Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPAPATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: THE REFLEXION, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Lord, art thou at the table head above Last Line: Enthrone thy rosy-selfe within mine eyes. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
Lord, art thou at the Table Head above Meat, Med'cine, sweetness, sparkling Beautys to Enamour Souls with Flaming Flakes of Love, And not my Trencher, nor my Cup o'reflow? Be n't I a bidden Guest? Oh! sweat mine Eye. Oreflow with Teares: Oh! draw thy fountains dry. Shall I not smell thy sweet, oh! Sharons Rose? Shall not mine Eye salute thy Beauty? Why? Shall thy sweet leaves their Beautious sweets upclose? As halfe ashamde my sight should on them ly? Woe's me! for this my sighs shall be in grain Offer'd on Sorrows Altar for the same. Had not my Soule's thy Conduit, Pipes stopt bin With mud, what Ravishment would'st thou Convay? Let Graces Golden Spade dig till the Spring Of tears arise, and cleare this filth away. Lord, let thy spirit raise my sighings till These Pipes my soule do with thy sweetness fill. Earth once was Paradise of Heaven below Till inkefac'd sin had it with poyson stockt And Chast this Paradise away into Heav'ns upmost Loft, and it in Glory Lockt. But thou, sweet Lord, hast with thy golden Key Unlockt the Doore, and made, a golden day. Once at thy Feast, I saw thee Pearle-like stand 'Tween Heaven, and Earth where Heavens Bright glory all In streams fell on thee, as a floodgate and, Like Sun Beams through thee on the World to Fall. Oh! sugar sweet then! my Deare sweet Lord, I see Saints Heavens-lost Happiness restor'd by thee. Shall Heaven, and Earth's bright Glory all up lie Like Sun Beams bundled in the sun, in thee? Dost thou sit Rose at Table Head, where I Do sit, and Carv'st no morsell sweet for mee? So much before, so little now! Sprindge, Lord, Thy Rosie Leaves, and me their Glee afford. Shall not thy Rose my Garden fresh perfume? Shall not thy Beauty my dull Heart assaile? Shall not thy golden gleams run through this gloom? Shall my black Velvet Mask thy fair Face Vaile? Pass o're my Faults: shine forth, bright sun: arise Enthrone thy Rosy-selfe within mine Eyes. | 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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