Edward Taylor Poems
- Upon A Wasp Chilled With Cold The bear that breathes the ...
- I Am The Living Bread: Meditat...
- Huswifery Make me, O Lord, Thy spinning-wheel complete. Thy ...
- Ebb And Flow When first Thou on me, Lord, wroughtest Thy ...
- Preparatory Meditations - Seco...
- Upon A Spider Catching A Fly Thou sorrow, venom Elfe: Is ...
- The Preface Infinity, when all things it beheld In Nothing, ...
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 Wasp Chilled With Cold
The bear that breathes the northern blast
Did numb, torpedo-like, a wasp
Whose stiffened limbs encramped, lay bathing
In Sol's warm breath and shine as saving,
Which with her hands she chafes and stands
Rubbing her legs, shanks, thighs, and hands.
Her pretty toes, and fingers' ends
Nipped with this breath, she out extends
Unto the sun, in great desire
To warm her digits at that fire.
Doth hold her temples in this state
Where pulse doth beat, and head doth ache.
Doth turn, and stretch her body small,
Doth comb her velvet capital.
As if her little brain ...