Edward Taylor

(1642 - 29 June 1729 / Sketchley / Leicestershire / England)

Quotations

  • ''One sorry fret,
    An anvill Sparke, rose higher,
    And in thy Temple falling, almost set
    The house on fire.
    Such fireballs dropping in the Temple Flame
    Burns up the building: Lord, forbid the same.''
    Edward Taylor (1645-1729), U.S. poet. An Address to the Soul Occasioned by a Rain (l. 25-30). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.
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  • ''Oh, what a might is this whose single frown
    Doth shake the world as it would shake it down?
    Which all from nothing fet, from nothing all;
    Hath all on nothing set, lets nothing fall.
    Gave all to nothing man indeed, whereby
    Through nothing man all might Him glorify.''
    Edward Taylor (1645-1729), U.S. poet. God's Determinations: Preface (l. 25-30). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.
  • ''That now his brightest diamond is grown
    Darker by far than any coalpit stone.''
    Edward Taylor (1645-1729), U.S. poet. God's Determinations: Preface (l. 25-30). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Oh! joyous hearts! enfired with holy flame!
    Is speech thus tasseled with praise?
    Will not your inward fire of joy contain:
    That it in open flames doth blaze?
    For in Christ's coach saints sweetly sing,
    As they to glory ride therein.''
    Edward Taylor (1645-1729), U.S. poet. God's Determinations: The Joy of Church Fellowship Rightly Attended (l. 25-30). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Make me thy Spinning Wheele of use for thee,
    Thy Grace my Distaffe, and my heart thy Spoole.
    Turn thou the wheele: let mine Affections bee
    The flyer filling with thy yarne my soule.''
    Edward Taylor (1645-1729), U.S. poet. Huswifery (l. 1-4). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
  • ''Make me thy Loome: thy Grace the warfe therein,
    My duties Woofe, and let thy word winde Quills.
    The shuttle shoot. Cut off the ends my sins.
    Thy Ordinances make my fulling mills,
    My Life thy Web: and cloath me all my dayes
    With this Gold-web of Glory to thy praise.''
    Edward Taylor (1645-1729), U.S. poet. Huswifery (l. 7-12). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
  • ''Oh! that thy love might overflow my Heart!
    To fire the same with Love: for Love I would.
    But oh! my streight'ned Breast! my Lifeless Sparke!
    My Fireless Flame! What Chilly Love, and Cold?
    In measure small! In Manner Chilly! See!
    Lord, blow the Coal: Thy Love Enflame in mee.''
    Edward Taylor (1645-1729), U.S. poet. Preparatory Meditations; I. What love is this of thing (l. 13-18). . . Poets of the English Language, Vols. I-V. Vol. I: Langland to Spenser; Vol. II: Marlowe to Marvell; Vol. III: Milton to Goldsmith; Vol. IV: Blake to Poe; Vol. V: Tennyson to Yeats. W. H. Auden and Norman Holmes Pearson, eds. (1950) The Viking Press.
  • ''Once at thy Feast, I saw thee Pearle-like stand
    'Tween Heaven and Earth, where Heavens Bright glory all
    In streams fell on thee, as a floodgate and
    Like Sun Beams through thee on the World to Fall.
    Oh! Sugar sweet then! My Deare sweet Lord, I see
    Saints Heaven-lost Happiness restor'd by thee.''
    Edward Taylor (1645-1729), U.S. poet. Preparatory Meditations; IV. Lord, art thou at the table head above (l. 25-30). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.
  • ''In this sad state, God Tender Bowells run
    Out streams of Grace: And he to end all strife
    The Purest Wheate in Heaven, his deare-dear Son
    Grinds, and kneads up into this Bread of Life.
    Which Bread of Life from Heaven down came and stands
    Disht on thy Table up by Angells Hands.''
    Edward Taylor (1645-1729), U.S. poet. Preparatory Meditations; VIII. I Am the Living Bread (l. 19-24). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
  • ''To tangle Adams race
    In's stratagems''
    Edward Taylor (1645-1729), U.S. poet. Upon a Spider Catching a Fly (l. 36-37). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.

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Huswifery

Make me, O Lord, Thy spinning-wheel complete.
Thy holy word my distaff make for me.
Make mine affections Thy swift flyers neat
And make my soul Thy holy spool to be.
My conversation make to be Thy reel
And reel thy yarn thereon spun of Thy wheel.

Make me Thy loom then, knit therein this twine:
And make Thy Holy Spirit, Lord, wind quills:

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