Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 93, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Could but a glance of that bright city fair Last Line: To play a michtam on her golden wyer. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
Could but a Glance of that bright City fair, Whose walls are sparkling, Pretious Stones, whose Gates Bright pollisht Splendent Pearls, Whose Porters are Swash Flaming Angells, and Whose Streets rich Plates Of pure transparent Gold, mine Eyes enjoy, My Ravisht heart on Raptures Wings would fly. My Lumpish Soule, enfir'd with such bright flame And Quick'ning influences of this Sight Darting themselves throughout my drossy frame Would jump for joy, and sing with greate delight To thee, my Lord, who deckst thy Royall Hall, With glorious Mansions for thy Saints even all. Thy Lower House, this World well garnished With richest Furniture of Ev'ry kinde Of Creatures of each Colours varnished Most glorious, a Silver Box of Winde. The Crystall Skies pinkt with Sun, Moon, and Stars Are made its Battlements on azure Spars. But on these Battlements above, thoust placdst Thy Upper House, that Royall Palace town, In which these Mansions are, that made thou hast For Saints and Angells Dwellings of renown. Should we suppose these mansions, Chambers neate Like ours, 't would sordid be, not fit this Seate. But if these Mansions, built so very bright Beyond the worlds Bright Battlements, yet should Be of materialls Celestiall right Streets of such Houses, of transparent gold For Saints and Angells to possess in Glory's Would they unfit thy Upper House as Stories. Though we can't ken these Mansions, now, yet this Our Faith doth dwell upon while on this Shore That there are Mansions, in Celestiall Bliss For Saints and Angells t'dwell in evermore. Then cheer up, Soule, and take the Kings path brave Unto these Mansions promises do pave. Bright Jasper Hall Walld with translucid gold, Floors pav'd with Pearls, to these are durty Sells. Then what bright lives ought all men here uphold That hope within these mansions ere to dwell? Adorne my Soule, Lord, with thy Graces here Till by their Shine, I'm fitted to dwell there. Let as I bring thy Glory home, in mee Grace shine, and me thy paths tread pav'de with jems, Unto thy house, wherein these Mansions bee, And let mee dwell within their Curtain Hems. Thy Praise shall then my Virginalls inspire To play a Michtam on her golden wyer. | 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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