Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 123 (B), by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My search, my lord, now having passed o'er Last Line: The glory of thy legs and golden feet. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
My Search, my Lord, now having passed o're The province of my Soule, to finde some geere That for thyselfe is fit to set before And Wellcome thee withall, But no good Cheare I in my Cogitations Orb can finde: Whose limits are too little for my minde. My barren Heart is such an hungry Soile No Fruits it yields meet for thyselfe, my King, Either for food or Raiment, but defile What they come nigh. Parden then, what I bring. Fain I would brighten bright thy glory, but Do feare my Muse will thy bright glory smoot. Thy Spirits Pensill hath thy Glory told And I do stut, commenting on the Same, While some bright flashes of thy glory, Would If touch my Windows, guild my glasses flame. This Pensill Rapts thee up in Glorys fold From thy gold head quite to thy Feet of gold. Thy legs like Marble Pillars streight strong, bright, Do beare and Carry all thy Bodie too, That founded are upon thy Feet upright As golden Socks or Sockets, Tressles true Do fitly hold out that strong might of thine That bears up, and mentains thy Realm and'ts Shine. They shew thy mighty Strength, that doth mentain Thy Kingdom's Upright, Stately, Welthy, and Majesticke Righteous, Glorious right and Gain, All Conquering and Evermore shall stand, And though thy Marble legs with feet of gold Treade on the dirty ground, most pure they hold. Thy Marble Pillar-Legs on golden Feet Beare up and Carry on thy Realm in State. Among thy golden Candlesticks most sweet Thou Walkst thereon and breakst all that thee hate. These are the Pounderall wherewith thy foe Whether Sins, or Divells dasht to pieces goe. O! let these marble legs and golden feet That do uphold, and Carry on aright Thy blessed kingdom as it is most meet And make its shining glory shine most bright And make my heart unlock its box of Wealth And thence its Love, thy treasure, send thyselfe. Oh! that this Stately, Wealthy Glorious Might Of thine, my Lord, inchant my heart might so That all my heart and hearty Love most right Leap thence and lodge might in thy heart and go And on thy golden head sit singing sweet The Glory of thy Legs and golden feet. | 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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