Katherine Philips

Katherine Philips (1632–1664) was an Anglo-Welsh poet best known for her verses on friendship and the intellectual circle she fostered under the name 'Orinda.' Her work is celebrated for its polished classical style and exploration of idealized platonic bonds. Biografía ↓Más ↓

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In Memory of F.P.

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. Yet, that I may some bounds to griefe allow, I'le try if I can weepe in numbers now. Ah beauteous blossom! too untimely dead! Whither, ah whither is thy sweetness fled? Where are the charmes that allwayes did arise From the prevailing languadge [sic] of thine eyes? Where is thy modest aire and lovely meen, And all the wonders that in these were seen? Alas! in vaine! In vaine on three I rave; There is no pitty in the stupid grave . . . Never, ah never let glad parents guesse At one remove of future happinesse, But reckon children 'mong those passing joys, Which one hour gives, and the next hour destroyes. Alas! we were secure of our content, But find too late that it was onely lent, To be a mirrour wherein we might see How fraile we are, how innocent should be. But if to thy blest soule my griefe appeares, Forgive and pitty these injurious teares; Impute them to affection's sad excesse, Which will not yeild to nature's tendernesse, Since 'twas through dearest tyes and highest trust Continu'd from thy cradle to thy dust; And so rewarded and confirm'd by thine, (wo is me!) I thought thee too much mine. But I'le resigne, and follow thee as fast As my unhappy minutes will make hast. Till when, the fresh remembrances of thee Shall be my emblem of mortalitie. For such a loss as thine, bright soule, is not Ever to be repaired, or forgot.

To my dear Sister, Mrs. C. P. on her Nuptial

We will not like those men our offerings pay Who crown the cup, then think they crown the day. We make no garlands, nor an altar build, Which help not Joy, but Ostentation yield. Where mirth is justly grounded these wild toyes Are but a troublesome, and empty noise.

But these shall be my great Solemnities, Orinda's wishes for Cassandra's bliss. May her Content be as unmix'd and pure As my Affection, and like that endure; And that strong Happiness may she still find Not owing to her Fortune, but her Mind.

May her Content and Duty be the same, And may she know no Grief but in the name. May his and her Pleasure and Love be so Involv'd and growing, that we may not know Who most Affection or most Peace engrost; Whose Love is strongest, or whose Bliss is most.

May nothing accidental e're appear But what shall with new bonds their Souls endear; And may they count the hours as they pass, By their own Joys, and not by Sun or Glass: While every day like this may Sacred prove To Friendship, Gratitude, and Strictest Love.

Epitaph on her Son H. P.

WHat on Earth deserves our trust ? Youth and Beauty both are dust. Long we gathering are with pain, What one moment calls again. Seven years childless, marriage past, A Son, a son is born at last : So exactly lim'd and fair. Full of good Spirits, Meen, and Air, As a long life promised, Yet, in less than six weeks dead. Too promising, too great a mind In so small room to be confin'd : Therefore, as fit in Heav'n to dwell, He quickly broke the Prison shell. So the subtle Alchimist, Can't with Hermes Seal resist The powerful spirit's subtler flight, But t'will bid him long good night. And so the Sun if it arise Half so glorious as his Eyes, Like this Infant, takes a shrowd, Buried in a morning Cloud.

6th April 1651 L'Amitie: To Mrs. M. Awbrey

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: Whose well acquainted minds are not as neare As Love, or vows, or secrets can endeare. I have no thought but what's to thee reveal'd, Nor thou desire that is from me conceal'd. Thy heart locks up my secrets richly set, And my breast is thy private cabinet. Thou shedst no teare but what but what my moisture lent, And if I sigh, it is thy breath is spent. United thus, what horrour can appeare Worthy our sorrow, anger, or our feare? Let the dull world alone to talk and fight And with their vast ambitions nature fright; Let them despise so innocent a flame, While Envy, pride, and faction play their game: But we by Love sublim'd so high shall rise, To pitty Kings, and Conquerours despise, Since we that sacred union have engrost, Which they and all the sullen world have lost.

To One Persuading A Lady To Marriage

Forbear, bold youth; all 's heaven here, And what you do aver To others courtship may appear, 'Tis sacrilege to her. She is a public deity; And were 't not very odd She should dispose herself to be A petty household god?

First make the sun in private shine And bid the world adieu, That so he may his beams confine In compliment to you: But if of that you do despair, Think how you did amiss To strive to fix her beams which are More bright and large than his.

Biografía

She was born in London to a merchant family and spent much of her adult life in Wales, where she formed a literary coterie known as the Society of Friendship. Writing under the pseudonym Orinda, she addressed poems to fellow members, using pastoral and classical imagery to elevate personal relationships into a realm of moral and intellectual harmony. Her poetry often reflects on themes of retreat, constancy, and the platonic ideal, blending personal emotion with neoclassical restraint. Philips also engaged with the political turmoil of the English Civil War and Interregnum, her royalist sympathies surfacing in elegies and occasional verse. Despite circulating in manuscript during her lifetime, a pirated edition of her poems appeared in 1664, shortly before her death from smallpox. The official posthumous collection, published in 1667, cemented her reputation. She is recognized as one of the first English women to gain significant literary celebrity, influencing later female poets. Her ability to craft a public yet intimate poetic voice has drawn sustained scholarly interest. Notably, she reimagined the conventions of courtly and religious poetry to celebrate female friendship and community. Today she stands as a pivotal figure in early modern English literature.

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