Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 73, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Glory! Oh glory! Wonderfull, and more Last Line: On my shoshanims tun'd on ev'ry string. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
Glory! oh Glory! Wonderfull, and more. How dost thou Croude with all thy Ranks most bright? Thou never playdst such Glorious Cast, before Nor ever wor'st such flourishing delight. Thy heart doth leape for joy, to have the gain When thou Receivdst my Lord in Glories Flame. Who can the Ranks of Glory ere relate, As they stand up in Honours Palace Hall? They sparkle Flashing spangles, golden flakes Of burnisht shines, with lowly Conjues all To kisse thy hand, my Lord, and hande thee in To tend thee and attend thee, her head spring. Glory was never glorifide so much, She ne're receiv'd such glory heretofore. As that that doth Embrace her, (it is such,) As she unto my Lord, doth ope her doore. When he receivd was into glory's Sphere Glory then found her glory brightest were. When unto Angell's Glory opens doore, Or unto Saints, all to be glorifi'de, She well bestows herselfe, t'enriche her Store: Yet blushes much to eye thy Glories tide. When she doth make herselfe thy Cloaths to bee, She's cloathd with brighter glory far by thee. The greatest glory glory doth enjoy, Lies in her hanging upon thee Wherein Glory that glorifies thee mightily, Is far more glorifide. Hence Glories spring. Now Graces Glory, Heavens Glory, and Gloryes of Saints, and Angells, guild thy hand. A Glorious Palace, a Bright Crown of Glory A glorious train of Saints, and Angells Shine And glorious exercise as sweetest posy, Do sacrifice themselves unto thy Shrine. They give their all to thee. And so receive Therein from thee a much more brighter Wreath. Let some, my Lord, of thy bright Glories beams, Flash quickening Flames of Glory in mine eye T'enquicken my dull Spirits, drunke with dreams Of Melancholy juyce that stupify. A Coale from thy bright Altars Glory sure Kissing my lips, my Lethargy will Cure. If Envy ere by Sanctifying Skill Could gracious be, or be a Grace, I would I could it on my Spirits Cold and Chill Well Exercise, that Love thus ever should Ly lockt by Melancholy's key up in my Heart. And hardly smile when Glories beautyes dart. Lord make thy beams my frost bit heart to warm. Ride on these Rayes into my bosom's chill And make thy Glory mine affections Charm. Thy rapid flames my Love enquicken will. Then I in Glories Tower thy Praise will sing On my Shoshanims tun'd on ev'ry String. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE JOY OF CHURCH FELLOWSHIP RIGHTLY ATTENDED by EDWARD TAYLOR GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE PREFACE by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 1 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 32 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 38 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 8 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 3 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 56 by EDWARD TAYLOR GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: CHRIST'S REPLY by EDWARD TAYLOR GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE JOY OF CHURCH FELLOWSHIP RIGHTLY ATTENDED by EDWARD TAYLOR |
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