Soule of my soule! my Joy, my crown, my friend! A name which all the rest doth comprehend; How happy are we now, whose sols are grown, By an incomparable mixture, One:…
Katherine Philips was one of the few female writers to emerge during the 17th century and, in her short lifetime, was responsible for a large number of poems which seem to have been written for the pleasure of her friends rather than for publication. She founded The Society of Friendship which had mainly female members. She was a multi-linguist and translated foreign language verse into English and, more notably, translated two Pierre Corneille plays from French. She then gained the distinction of being the first female playwright to have her work performed on stage in both London and Dublin. The play La mort de Pompee was performed under the name Pompey in 1663 and she was still working on the second – Horace – when she died prematurely a year later. She was born Katherine Fowler on the 1st January 1631, in London. Her father was a strict Presbyterian with moderately puritan views and he sent her to a boarding school in Hackney. It was here that she forged a lifelong friendship with Mary Aubrey and it is believed that many of Katherine’s poems are dedicated to her. The members of the Society of Friendship all adopted classical names and Mary’s was Rosania. Katherine took the name Orinda and became known in literary circles as “The Matchless Orinda”. Her father died in 1639 and this signalled dramatic changes in Katherine’s life. Her mother married a Welsh Baronet called Hector Philips,. When she was 16 her step-father arranged her marriage to his own son, James. There were two remarkable things about this; her new husband was 38 years her senior and he remained in Wales while his bride continued to live in London. This arrangement seemed to suit both and left Katherine free to pursue her developing relationships with members of her Society and her writing. Apart from the age difference they had opposite political views with Katherine a staunch Royalist despite her puritan upbringing. Her husband was a supporter of Oliver Cromwell who, in 1649, was one of the Members of Parliament who signed the death warrant of King Charles 1. Upon the Restoration he only escaped prosecution for his regicide because of Katherine’s relationship with Anne Owen (Society name Lucasia). One of Charles II’s prominent aides was interested in Anne’s hand in marriage and, because both Katherine and her husband assisted this courtship, Philips only lost his job and his lands but kept his head. At the age of 20 she had some of her work published, aided by her good friend, the poet Henry Vaughan (said to be one of the few male members of her Society). Many of her poems were dedicated quite openly to Anne Owen and Mary Aubrey. It has been said that the women were lovers, but not in a physical sense. Their relationships were pure and spiritual, uncorrupted by any sexual connotation. Katherine wrote in a gentle, almost vapid tone. Critics both at the time and in later years described her work as “safe” – entirely suitable for women to take pleasure in reading and for men to appreciate the literary skill involved. An example was one of her poems for Anne Owen, called Orinda To Lucasia Parting October 1661 At London. Here are the opening lines of quite a long poem which was presumably a preface to what was nothing more than a temporary parting of the two close friends: Her work contrasted with another female writer of this period – Aphra Behn – who described in coarse, graphic detail the intricacies of physical love between women. Katherine’s life was tragically cut short when she developed smallpox shortly after returning to England from a visit to Ireland with Anne Owen. She died on 22nd June 1664 at the age of 33.
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Hence Cupid! with your cheating toys, Your real griefs, and painted joys, Your pleasure which itself destroys. Lovers like men in fevers burn and rave,…
Come, my Ardelia, to this bowre, Where kindly mingling Souls a while, Let's innocently spend an houre, And at all serious follys smile…
Whom does this stately Navy bring? O! ‘tis Great Britain's Glorious King, Convey him then, ye Winds and Seas, Swift as Desire and calm as Peace.…
Whom does this stately Navy bring? O! ‘tis Great Britain's Glorious King, Convey him then, ye Winds and Seas, Swift as Desire and calm as Peace.…
Content, the false World's best disguise, The search and faction of the Wise, Is so abstruse and hid in night, That, like that Fairy Red-cross Knight,…
What on Earth deserves our trust ? Youth and Beauty both are dust. Long we gathering are with pain, What one moment calls again.…
WHat on Earth deserves our trust ? Youth and Beauty both are dust. Long we gathering are with pain, What one moment calls again.…
Come, my Lucasia, since we see That Miracles Mens faith do move, By wonder and by prodigy To the dull angry world let's prove…
If I could ever write a lasting verse, It should be laid, deare Sainte, upon thy herse. But Sorrow is no muse, and doth confesse That it least can what most it would expresse.…
I CANNOT hold, for though to write were rude, Yet to be silent were Ingratitude, And Folly too; for if Posterity Should never hear of such a one as thee,…
I CANNOT hold, for though to write were rude, Yet to be silent were Ingratitude, And Folly too; for if Posterity Should never hear of such a one as thee,…
Soule of my soule! my Joy, my crown, my friend! A name which all the rest doth comprehend; How happy are we now, whose sols are grown, By an incomparable mixture, One:…
1 O! Solitude, my sweetest choice Places devoted to the night,…
1 O! Solitude, my sweetest choice Places devoted to the night, Remote from tumult, and from noise,…
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