Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 45, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My head, my lord, that ivory cabinet Last Line: Will have my glory all conferrd on thee. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
My head, my Lord, that ivory Cabinet 'S a nest of Brains dust, dry, ne're yet could Ware The Velvet locks of Vertue for its deck Or golden Fleece of Wisdoms virdent hair. The Scull without, not fring'd with Wisdom fleece. The pan within a goose pen full of geese. There Reason's wick yarn-like ore twisted Snarles Chandled with Sensuall tallow out doth blaze A smoaky flame upon its hurden harles That Wil-a-Wisps it into boggy wayes. Melt off this fat, my Reason make thy Candle And light it with thy Wisdom's flames that spangle. Thy Person's Wisdoms Sparkling Treasury: Consisting of two natures: One of which Runs parallell with blest infinity All treasures here of Wisdom ever pitch. Wise Counsills all, of everlasting date, And Wisdom them t'effect, here sits in state. Th'other's a Locker of a Humane frame With richer than Corinthian Amber tills And Shelves of Emralds. Here to deck the same All Wisdom that's Created comes, and fills. Created Wisdom all and all its Wealths Of Grace are treasur'de in these Tills and Shelfes. Like to a Sparkling Carbuncle up Caskt Within a Globe of Chrystall glass most cleare Fills 't all with Shine which through its sides are flasht And makes all glorious Shine: so much more here These treasures of thy Wisdom shine out bright In thee. My Candle With thy Flame, Lord, Light. Or as the Sun within its Azure bowre That guilds its Chrystall Walls with golden rayes It from its bowl like body, light out poures Exiling darkness, making glorious dayes All Wisdom so, and Wisdoms Treasures all Are shining out in thee, their Arcinall. Unlock thy Locker, make my faith Key here To back the Wards. Lord ope the Wicket gate And from thine Emrald Shelves, and Pinchase there A beame of every sort of Wisdom take And set it in the Socket of my Soule To make all day within, and night controle. And from these tills, and drawers take a grain Of evry sort of Sanctifying grace Wherewith impregnate thou the former beame. Set in my Soule a lamp to light that place That so these beames let in, may generate Grace in my Soule, and so an Holy State. If wisdom in the Socket of my heart And Grace within its Cradle rockt do shine My head shall ware a frindg of Wisdoms art. Thy grace shall guild this pilgrim life of mine. Thy Wisdom's Treasure thus Conferrd on mee Will have my glory all Conferrd on thee. | 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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