Edward Taylor Poems
- The Preface Infinity, when all things it beheld In Nothing, ...
- Huswifery Make me, O Lord, Thy spinning-wheel complete. Thy ...
- I Am The Living Bread: Meditat...
- Upon A Wasp Chilled With Cold The bear that breathes the ...
- Prologue From Preparatory Medi...
- Preparatory Meditations - Seco...
- Ebb And Flow When first Thou on me, Lord, wroughtest Thy ...
Edward Taylor was born in Leicestershire, England in 1642. He originally worked as a school teacher, but later left England for the United States. He studied divinity at Harvard and then became a minister in Massachusetts.
The son of a non-Conformist yeoman farmer, Taylor was born in 1642 at Sketchley, Leicestershire, England. Following restoration of the monarchy ... more »
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Infinity, when all things it beheld
In Nothing, and of Nothing all did build,
Upon what Base was fixt the Lath wherein
He turn’d this Globe, and riggalld it so trim?
Who blew the Bellows of His Furnace Vast?
Or held the Mould wherein the world was Cast?
Who laid its Corner Stone? Or whose Command?
Where stand the Pillars upon which it stands?
Who Lac’de and Fillitted the earth so fine,
With Rivers like green Ribbons Smaragdine?
Who made the Sea’s its Selvedge, and it locks
Like a Quilt Ball within a Silver Box?
Who Spread its Canopy? Or Curtains Spun?