Category: Taylor

The bear that breathes the northern blastDid numb, torpedo-like, a waspWhose stiffened limbs encramped, lay bathingIn Sol’s warm breath and shine as saving,Which with her hands she chafes and standsRubbing her legs, shanks, thighs, and hands.Her pretty toes, and fingers’ endsNipped with this breath, she out extendsUnto the sun, in great desireTo warm her digits…

Oh! What a thing is Man? Lord, Who am I? That Thou shouldst give him Law (Oh! golden line) To regulate his Thoughts, Words, Life thereby. And judge him Wilt thereby too in thy time. A Court of Justice thou in heaven holdst To try his Case while he’s here housed on mould. 6 How…