Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 5, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Art thou, lord, abraham's seed, and isaac too? Last Line: Twine round thy praise, plants sprung in true love's mines. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
Art thou, Lord, Abraham's Seed, and Isaac too? His Promisd Seed? That One and Only Seed? How can this bee? Paul certainly saith true. But one Seed promised. Sir this Riddle read. Christ is the Metall: Isaack is the Oar. Christ is the Pearle, in Abraham's tread therefore. Christ's Antitype Isaac his Type up spires In many things, but Chiefly this because This Isaac, and the Ram caught in the briars One Sacrifice, fore shew by typick laws Christs Person, all Divine, joynd whereto's made Unperson'd Manhood, on the Altar's laid. The full grown Ram, provided none knows how, Typing Christ's Manhood, made by God alone Caught in the brambles by the horns, must bow, Under the Knife: The manhoods Death, and Groan. Yet Isaac's leaping from the Altar's bed, Foretold its glorious rising from the Dead. But why did things run thus? For Sin indeed, No lesser price than this could satisfy. Oh costly Sin! this makes mine intraills bleed. What fills my Shell, did make my Saviour die. What Grace then's this of God, and Christ that stills Out of this Offering into our tills? Lord with thine Altars Fire, mine Inward man Refine from dross: burn out my sinfull guise And make my Soul thine Altars Drippen pan To Catch the Drippen of thy Sacrifice. This is the Unction thine receive; the which Doth teach them all things of an happy pitch. Thy Altars Fire burns not to ashes down This Offering. But it doth roast it here. This is thy Roastmeate cooked up sweet, brown, Upon thy table set for Souls good cheer. The Drippen, and the meate are royall fair That fatten Souls, that with it welcomd are. My Trencher, Lord, with thy Roast Mutton dress: And my dry Bisket in thy Dripping Sap. And feed my Soul with thy Choice Angell Mess: My heart thy Praise, Will, tweedling Larklike tap. My florid notes, like Tenderills of Vines Twine round thy Praise, plants sprung in true Love's Mines. | 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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