Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 163, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Sweet lord, all sweet from top to bottom all Last Line: Was and to mee is now sweet to my tast. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
Sweet Lord, all sweet from top to bottom all From Heart to hide, sweet, mostly sweet. Sweet Manhood and sweet Godhead and ere shall. Thou art the best of Sweeting. And so keep. Thou art made up of best of sweetness brast. Thy Fruit is ever sweet unto my tast. Thou art my sweetest one, my Onely sweet. From kirnel to the rinde, all sweet to mee. Thy bitterness is sweet: no choaking reech Nor damping Steams arise to damp from thee The Sacred Spices. Muske * * * * * * them Are unto thee, sweet, like to faded gum. Thou unto mee art onely sweet all sweet Sweet in the Virgin wombe and horses Manger. Sweet in thy swath band and thy Childhood meete Yea, sweet to all, to neighbour and to Stranger. Sweet in thy Life and Conversation, friends. Thy Sweetness dropest from thy fingers Ends. My Lord, my Love, my Lilly, my Rose and Crown My brightest Glory, and my Hony sweet My Happiness, my Riches, my Renown. My Shade for Comfort, in thee good things meet. Not one thing in thee that admits of Spot All Heavens Scutchen, and a bright Love knot. Heavens Carnation with most sweet perfume, Pinkes, Roses, Violets that perfume the Aire Inchant the Eyes and fancy in their bloome Entoxicate the Fancy with their Ware That fuddled, turne and reele and tumble down From holly sweet to Earthly damps like Clowns. It gathers not the Lillys nor doth Picke This double sweet rose in Zions Rose tree breede Nor climbs this Apple tree, nor doth it sit At all in'ts Shade, nor on its Apple feed. Its lost within the fog and goes astray Like to a fuddled person out of's way. But Oh! my Lord, how sweet art thou to mee In all thy Mediatoriall actions sweet Most sweet in thy Redemtion all way free Thy Righteousness, thy holiness most meeke. In Reconciliation made for mee With God offended in the highst degree. A Cabbinet of Holiness, Civit box Of Heavenly Aromatick, still much more, A treasury of Spicery, rich knots, Of Choicest Merigolds, a house of Store Of never failing dainties to my tast Delighting holy Palates, such thou hast. A sugar Mill, an Hony Hive most rich Of all Celestial viands, golden box Top full of Saving Grace, a Mint house which Is full of Angells, and a cloud that drops Down better fare than ever Artist could, More pleasant than the finest liquid Gold. Then glut me Lord, ev'n on this dainty fare, Here is not Surfeit; look upon this dish: All is too little to suffice, this fare Can surfeit none that eatest; none eate amiss, Unless they eat too little. So disgrace The preparation of the banquit place. While I sat longing in this Shadow here To tast the fruite this Apple tree all ripe How sweet these Sweetings bee. Oh! sweet good Cheere How am I filld with sweet most sweet delight. The fruite, while I was in its shady place Was and to mee is now sweet to my tast. | 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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