Daniela´s American Literature Blog: August 2012

Encyclopedia of Great American Writers Vol I

Edward Taylor’s Biography

Edward Taylor

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Edward taylor Quote

"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´s work - I am the Living Bread

I am the Living Bread

Meditation 8 by Edward Taylor

John 6:51

kening through Astronomy Divine

The Worlds bright Battlement, wherein I spy

A Golden Path my Pensill cannot line,

From that bright Throne unto my Threshold ly.

And while my puzzled thoughts about it pore

I finde the Bread of Life in't at my doore.

When that this Bird of Paradise put in

This Wicker Cage (my Corps) to tweedle praise

Had peckt the Fruite forbad: and so did fling

Away its Food; and lost its golden dayes;

It fell into Celestiall Famine sore:

And never could attain a morsell more.

Alas! alas! Poore Bird, what wilt thou doe?

The Creatures field no food for Souls e're gave.

And if thou knock at Angells cores they show

An Empty Barrell: they no soul bread have.

Alas! Poore Bird, the Worlds White Loafe is done.

And cannot yield thee here the smallest Crumb.

In this sad state, Gods 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.

Did God mould up this Bread in Heaven, and bake,

Which from his Table came, and to shine goeth?

Doth he bespeake thee thus, This Soule Bread take.

Come Eate thy fill of this thy Gods White Loafe?

Its Food too fine for Angells, yet come, take

And Eate thy fill. Its Heavens Sugar Cake.

What Grace is this knead in this Loafe? This thing

Souls are but petty things it to admire.

Yee Angells, help: This fill would to the brim

Heav'n s whelm'd-down Chrystall meele Bowle, yea and higher.

This Bread of Life drops in thy mouth, doth Cry.

Eate, Eate me, Soul, and thou shalt never dy.

In September 1620, a merchant ship called the Mayflower set sail from Plymouth, a port on the southern coast of England. Typically, the Mayflower’s cargo was wine and dry goods, but on this trip the ship carried passengers: 102 of them, all hoping to start a new life on the other side of the Atlantic. Nearly 40 of these passengers were Protestant Separatists–they called themselves “Saints”–who hoped to establish a new church in the New World. Today, we often refer to the colonists who crossed the Atlantic on the Mayflower as “Pilgrims.”