THE SHORT OXFORD HISTORY OF ENGLISH LITERATURE
THE SHORT OXFORD HISTORY OF ENGLISH LITERATURE
THE SHORT OXFORD HISTORY OF ENGLISH LITERATURE
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Although Stella is portrayed as the enabler of poetry, she is also the star, ‘the onely Planet of my light’, who in<br />
sonnet 68 seeks to quench the star-lover’s ‘noble fire’. Throughout the sequence, the ‘noble’ concerns of a soldier and<br />
courtier intrude only to be frustrated by a woman who commands chivalric service and who exercises a sometime<br />
whimsical authority over those who willingly give her service. She who elevates by virtue of her heavenly nature also<br />
degrades. That Stella’s star-like authority seems at times to parallel that of the Queen, of whose enigmatic political<br />
behaviour Sidney complained in his letters, is scarcely coincidental. The imagery of war moulds the urgent sonnet 20<br />
(‘Flie, fly, my friends, I have my death wound; fly’), while the jouster and the knight figure in sonnets 41, 49, and 53;<br />
the state of contemporary European politics gives an edge to sonnets 8, 29, and 30 (‘Whether the Turkish new-moone<br />
minded be | To fill his hornes this yeare on Christian coast’), but as Stella asserts her royal command over Astrophil<br />
she effectively distracts and confounds alternative enterprise, interposing her imperial presence and her sovereign will<br />
even in the face of courtly debate (‘These questions busie wits to me do frame; | I, cumbred with good maners, answer<br />
do, | But know not how, for still I thinke of you’). Her face is ‘Queen Vertue’s court in sonnet 9; her heart is a citadel<br />
‘fortified with wit, stor’d with disdaine’ in sonnet 12; she seems to allow her lover the ‘monarchie’ of her heart in<br />
sonnet 69, though, as he recognizes at the end of the poem, ‘No kings be crown’d but they some covenants make’; in<br />
the penultimate sonnet, 107, she emerges as a ‘Princesse’ and a ‘Queene, who from her presence sends | Whom she<br />
imployes’ and who provokes fools to comment scornfully on the absolute demands of her rule.<br />
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The influence of Astrophil and Stella on later English sonneteers was profound. Within Sidney’s own circle of<br />
family and sympathetic friends his sonnets exercised a particular authority over the poetry of his younger brother<br />
Robert (1563-1626). Sir Robert Sidney (created Viscount L’Isle in 1605, and Earl of Leicester in 1618) left his<br />
surviving poems in a manuscript collection which was edited and published in its entirety only in 1984. His sonnets,<br />
like his brother’s, are interspersed with longer songs and, though they tend to lack the range, the wit, and the<br />
carefully modulated shifts of mood of Astrophil and Stella, they too project an often ambiguous picture of a selffashioning,<br />
self-indulging male lover. The sixth song (‘Yonder comes a sad pilgrim’), for example, is shaped as a<br />
pseudo-medieval dialogue between a pilgrim returning from the East and the Lady to whom he narrates the<br />
circumstances of her melancholy and frustrated lover’s death (‘Near unto the sea this knight | Was brought to his last<br />
will; | Present cares were his delight, | Absent joys did him kill’). His most striking poems are characterized by their<br />
vividly dark, almost obsessive meditations on what are so often the poetic commonplaces of transience, decay, and<br />
dissolution. The brief seventeenth song broods pessimistically on the approach of night and ponders ‘what trust is<br />
there to a light | that so swift flyes’, while the thirty-first sonnet (‘Forsaken woods, trees with sharp storms oppressed’)<br />
considers a devastated winter landscape and contrasts two perceptions of Time: ‘they who knew Time, Time will find<br />
again: | I that fair times lost, on Time call in vain’. The twenty-sixth sonnet (‘Ah dearest limbs, my life’s best joy and<br />
stay’) opens with the complaint of a wounded man contemplating the amputation of his gangrenous limbs, and draws<br />
out a parallel between desperate diseases and the state of the crippled and emotionally corrupted lover:<br />
My love, more dear to me than hands or eyes,<br />
Nearer to me than what with me was born,<br />
Delayed, betrayed, cast under change and scorn,<br />
Sick past all help or hope, or kills or dies;<br />
While all the blood it sheds my heart doth bleed<br />
And with my bowels I his cancers feed.<br />
Philip Sidney’s fatally, but cleanly wounded, lover of ‘Flie, fly, my friends’ was the victim of Cupid’s darts; his<br />
brother’s lover is threatened with a lingering, painful, and probably terminal infection.<br />
Mary Sidney (1561-1621), who married Henry, second Earl of Pembroke in 1577, provided a centre for the Sidney<br />
circle at her home at Wilton House. At Wilton Philip Sidney wrote the Arcadia for her and there she gathered around<br />
her a distinguished group of poets, intellectuals, and Calvinistically-inclined theologians all intent on continuing her<br />
brother’s cultural mission after his untimely death. It was Mary who approved the posthumous publication of Philip<br />
Sidney’s works and she who made her own quite distinct contribution to English poetry by revising and continuing<br />
her brother’s verse translation of the<br />
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Psalms (first published in 1823). This enterprise, essentially in keeping with the devoutly Protestant tone of the little<br />
court at Wilton, reveals Mary Sidney as a remarkably resourceful experimenter with words and sounds. Where Philip