 | A transcript of Edward Taylor's Metrical History of Christianity by Donald E. Stanford |  |
In Leontius his Reign
Constantinople feels a Deadly plague,
In France a man whose Eyes Ebroin out dug
Retird to pray on Soen's banke, and heard made
A noise of Rowers up the Stream to tug.
Whom he Zohow'd: and they replied, that they
Should fetch Ebroin to Vulcans Pot, t'have's pay.
In France a man whose Eyes Ebroin out dug
Retird to pray on Soen's banke, and heard made
A noise of Rowers up the Stream to tug.
Whom he Zohow'd: and they replied, that they
Should fetch Ebroin to Vulcans Pot, t'have's pay.
Bread Corn, and Barly, and much Pulse did fall
Like to a Shower of Rain out of the Clouds.
About this time, full wonderfull to all
Within Campania, now hunger Crouds
No more as yet. Cornfields and threshing floors
Are in the Clouds, whose Crop our markets plores.
Like to a Shower of Rain out of the Clouds.
About this time, full wonderfull to all
Within Campania, now hunger Crouds
No more as yet. Cornfields and threshing floors
Are in the Clouds, whose Crop our markets plores.
And now behold Divine Efficiency
In Glory flash throughout this age most bright
In things that hap not ordinarily,
Granting the inck of truth to Pens that write.
Whose flourisht Arms there on our Sign Post raise
To shew her sparkling dress to bring her praise.
In Glory flash throughout this age most bright
In things that hap not ordinarily,
Granting the inck of truth to Pens that write.
Whose flourisht Arms there on our Sign Post raise
To shew her sparkling dress to bring her praise.
| A transcript of Edward Taylor's Metrical History of Christianity by Donald E. Stanford | |