Edward Taylor Poems
- Upon A Spider Catching A Fly Thou sorrow, venom Elfe: Is ...
- The Preface Infinity, when all things it beheld In Nothing, ...
- I Am The Living Bread: Meditat...
- Upon A Wasp Chilled With Cold The bear that breathes the ...
- Ebb And Flow When first Thou on me, Lord, wroughtest Thy ...
- Preparatory Meditations - Seco...
- Prologue From Preparatory Medi...
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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Upon A Spider Catching A Fly
Thou sorrow, venom Elfe:
Is this thy play,
To spin a web out of thyselfe
To Catch a Fly?
I saw a pettish wasp
Fall foule therein:
Whom yet thy Whorle pins did not clasp
Lest he should fling
But as affraid, remote
Didst stand hereat,
And with thy little fingers stroke
And gently tap
Thus gently him didst treate
Lest he should pet,
And in a froppish, aspish heate
Should greatly fret
Whereas the silly Fly,
Caught by its leg
Thou by the throate tookst hastily
And ‘hinde the ...