Edward Taylor

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 Edward Thomson Taylor
HE WAS AN AMERICAN POET BORN IN
ENGLAND IN 1644 AND DIED IN 1729
IN THE UNITED STATES.

HE KNEW HOW TO SPEAK GREEK,

LATIN AND HEBREW

HE WAS MARRIED TWICE, FIRST TO

ELIZABETH FITCH, WHO HAD EIGHT
CHILDREN, FIVE OF WHOM DIED IN INFANCY,
AND SECOND WIFE RUTH WYLLYS, WHO HAD
SIX MORE CHILDREN.
GREATEST POET OF THE ENTIRE
AMERICAN COLONIAL PERIOD

CLEARLY AND MINISTER WHO

STUDIED AT HARDVARD COLLEAGUE

TAYLOR BECAME ONE OF BOSTON’S

MOST POPULAR AND BEST-KNOWN
PREACHERS, AND HE WAS KNOWN
EVERYWHERE AS “FATHER TAYLOR”

UPON GRADUATING FROM HARDARD,

HE BECAME A PHYSICAN AND PASTOR
IN WETFIELD, MASSACHUSETTS
 WROTE CONCEITS IN THE STYLE OF
METAPHYSICAL POETRY
(abstract/supernatural)

HIS POEMS UNHEARD UNTIL 1930

WHEN DISCOVERED IN YALE LIBRARY

 A CONTEMPORARY ENCYCLOPEDIA
NOTED THAT HE “MINGLED NAUTICAL
TERMS AND FIGURES IN HIS
DISCOURSES, AND BY HIS WIT, PATHOS,
AND IMAGINATION CONTROLLED THE
MOODS AND WROUGHT UPON THE
FEELINGS OF HIS HEARERS IN A
REMARKABLE DEGREE.

NONE TAYLOR’S POEMS WAS

PUBLISHED UNTIL XX CENTURY
HIS MOST IMPORTANT POEMS, THE FIRST SECTIONS
OF PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS (1682–1725)
AND GOD'S DETERMINATIONS TOUCHING HIS ELECT
AND THE ELECTS COMBAT IN THEIR CONVERSION
AND COMING UP TO GOD IN CHRIST: TOGETHER
WITH THE COMFORTABLE EFFECTS COMPLETE
POEMS, HOWEVER, WERE NOT PUBLISHED UNTIL
1960, THEREOF (C. 1680), WERE PUBLISHED
SHORTLY AFTER THEIR DISCOVERY.

IN 1937 THOMAS H. JOHNSON DISCOVERED A

7,000-PAGE MANUSCRIPT OF TAYLOR'S POETRY
IN THE LIBRARY OF YALE UNIVERSITY AND
PUBLISHED A SELECTION FROM IT IN THE NEW
ENGLAND.
 Meditation One
 
What Love is this of thine, that Cannot bee
In thine Infinity, O Lord, Confinde,
Unless it in thy very Person see
Infinity and Finity Conjoyn'd?
What! hath thy Godhead, as not satisfi'de,
Marri'de our Manhood, making it its Bride?
Oh, Matchless Love! Filling Heaven to the brim!
O'rerunning it: all running o're beside
This World! Nay, Overflowing Hell, wherein
For thine Elect, there rose a mighty Tide!
That there our Veans might through thy Person
bleed,
To quench those flames, that else would on us
feed