Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 130, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My sweet-sweet lord who is it, that e're can Last Line: In tunes perfumed, thus in ery string. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
My sweet-sweet Lord who is it, that e're can Define thyselfe, or Mine affections strong Unto thyselfe with inke? Who is the man That ever did, or can these riches Sum? Thy Sweetness no description can define Nor Pen and Inke can my hearts Love out line. The Breathings of thy Spice beds Gardens Spot, And of thy sweet sweet flowers stowd in th'Aire This sweet breath breatht out from thy Garden knot Perfume the Skies and all their riches fair. Thy Garden Bed thy Civet Box gives vent, To th'Gales of Spiced Vapors, sweetest Sent. Thy Bed of Spices in thy Garden Spots, Perfumes most sweetly as they are inspir'd. With thy rich Spirits breath, thy flower Pots Breathe out such Sweetness, that's by Saints desir'd Ascending up in gracious exercise Making these beds of Spices thy sweet Joyes. Thou dost delight to visit these, and make These spicy beds thy blissfull Couches bright And Visits them even from thy Palace Gate And walkst their alies with most sweet delight. This Sweetness that perfumes bright Glory clear Perfumes thy joyes, perfumed joyes are here. And all the Sweetness of these Beds of Spice Doth Spiritually perfume these beds of Saints That they breath in and out perfume, whose price Excells all precious jewells, never faints. Set me a Lilly in, thy Bed of Spice, With sweetend breath, my Lord e're to rejoyce. If thou allowst me setting in this Bed Of Spices set in spirituall ranks therein With Gusts of Spirituall Odors ever fared, (Oh! sweet perfum! oh blessed blissfull thing) I shall suck in and out as sweetend fare, As ever did perfume the Clear cleare Aire. Lord, make my sweetned Lungs out sweet Breath send. 'Twill make thy Spice Beds still more sweet to bee. This Aire all sweetned will its sweetness lend, And make my heart thereby more sweet for thee. I shall breath Sweetness in and out to thee And in my Spicy Lodgen will lodge thee. The gales of Graces breath shall rise most sweet To thee, my Lord; me sweet with Graces Spice. A mutuall sweetness then shall be the reek Thy Garden aire that Carrys there, my voice. Then shall my tongue thy Sweetend praises sing In tunes perfumed, thus in ery 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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