The typical sonnet sequence has several conventions. Grammar The poem's syntax not only carries the message, but also embodies it: the first eight lines are in fact a single periodic sentence exemplifying a rational relationship of cause and effect. Thus great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes, Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite, 'Fool,' said my muse to me; 'look in thy heart, and write. The whiles the captive heard his nets did rend, And having none to let, to wood did wend. A king gaue thee thy name, a kingly minde, That God thee gaue, who found it now too deere For this base world, and hath resumde it neere, To sit in skies, and sort with powres diuine. Vnhappie flock that wander scattred now, What maruell if through grief ye woxen leane, Forsake your food, and hang your heads adowne? I suggest you to open the sonnet in a separate window, so that you can refer directly to it as you read on through the analysis.
Full many maydens often did him woo Them to vouchsafe emongst his rimes to name, Or make for them, as he was wont to doo For her that did his heart with love inflame. It's safe to say, that in this day and age, this material isn't seductive at all for me. For he could pipe, and daunce, and caroll sweet, Emongst the shepheards in their shearing feast; As somers larke that with her song doth greet The dawning day forth comming from the East. Her haire hung lose neglect, about her shoulders twaine, And from those two bright starres, to him sometimes so deere Her heart sent drops of pearle, which fell in foyson downe Twixt lilly and the rose. Here he personifies sleep and talks to it. But if thy will be bent, If that prefixed time be come which thou hast set, Through pure and feruent faith, I hope now to be plast, In th'euerlasting blis, which with thy precious blood Thou purchase didst for vs. There on thee smiles, Apollo giues thee place, And Mars in reuerent wise doth to thy vertue bow, And decks his fiery sphere, to do thee honour most.
Aboue all others this is hee, Which erst approoued in his song. How silently, and with how wanne a face! And in the midst thereof a star appeares, As fairly formd as any star in skyes: Resembling Stella in her freshest yeares, Forth darting beames of beautie from her eyes, And all the day it standeth full of deow, Which is the teares, that from her eyes did flow. Ah that thou hadst but heard his louely Stella plaine Her greeuous losse, or seene her heauie mourning cheere, While she with woe opprest, her sorrowes did vnfold. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions that are true to the original work. In euery one he vanquisht euery one, He vanquist all, and vanquisht was of none.
And if in him found pity ever place, Let him be moovd to pity such a case. That concludes the first eight lines of this poem, which largely follows the Petrarchan sonnet model, with those first eight lines rhyming abba abba. Your mery glee is now laid all abed, Your mery maker now, alasse! The gods, which all things see, this same beheld, And pittying this paire of lovers trew, Transformed them, there lying on the field, Into one flowre that is both red and blew: It first growes red, and then to blew doth fade, Like Astrophel, which thereinto was made. Those of us who have been carefully following the whole sonnet sequence, of course, are right at home with these complaints. And many a Nymph both of the wood and brooke, Soone as his oaten pipe began to shrill: Both christall wells and shadie groues forsooke, To heare the charmes of his enchanting skill. Full many Maydens often did him woo, Them to vouchsafe emongst his rimes to name, Or make for them as he was wont to doo, For her that did his heart with loue inflame.
In stead of gyrlond, weare sad cypres noew, And bitter elder, broken from the bowe. Ay, not yet may the land forget that bore and loved thee and praised and wept, Sidney, lord of the stainless sword, the name of names that her heart's love kept Fast as thine did her own, a sign to light thy life till it sank and slept. Ah where were ye this while his shepheard peares, To whom aliue was nought so deare as hee: And ye faire Mayds the matches of his yeares, Which in his grace did boast you most to bee? In 108 sonnets, we witness the depth of his love from the beginning all the way through to the bitter, unrequited end. She admits that she loves him but insists that they can no longer see each other. Sith then, it seemeth each thing to his powre Doth vs inuite to make a sad consort; Come let vs ioyne our mournfull song with theirs.
And while I followed with mine eie, The flight the Egle vpward tooke, All things did vanish by and by, And disappeared from my looke, The trees, beasts, birds, and groue was gone, So was the friend that made this mone. So Stella is his star, and he is the star lover. Still with the Muses Sporting, while those beames Of vertue kindled in his noble brest, Which after did so gloriously forth shine? It's a pity he died at 32. He refers to the various disguises used by Jove Zeus to gain access to the women he desired. Which, least I marre the sweetnesse of the vearse, In sort as she it sung I will rehearse. She may not want to be there and will only disappoint him from this level of adoration because she is only human. Ye Siluans, Fawnes, and Satyres, that emong These thickets oft haue daunst after his pipe, Ye Nymphs and Nayades with golden heare, That oft haue left your purest cristall springs To harken to his layes, that coulden wipe Away all griefe and sorrow from your harts.
A Critical Companion to Spenser Studies. The last line fits the lament of Clorinda exactly. Although to be fair, we now know who she was, so no big deal. What hath he lost, that such great grace hath woon, Yoong yeeres, for endles yeeres, and hope vnsure, Of fortunes gifts, for wealth that still shall dure, Oh happie race with so great praises run. O griefe that liest vpon my soule, As heauie as a mount of lead, The remnant of my life controll, Comfort me quickly with the dead, Halfe of this hart, this sprite and will, Di'de in the brest of Astrophill. And compast all about with roses sweet, And daintie violets from head to feet. Then being fild with learned dew, The Muses willed him to loue, That instrument can aptly shew, How finely our conceits will moue, As Bacchus opes dessembled harts, So loue sets out our better parts.
The season that bred and that cherished The soul that I commune with yet, Had it utterly withered and perished To rise not again as it set, Shame were it that Englishmen living Should read as their forefathers read The books of the praise and thanksgiving Of Englishmen dead. Astrophel, in particular, loves her even more deeply than ever. The twilight may deepen and harden As nightward the stream of it runs Till starshine transfigure a garden Whose radiance responds to the sun's: The light of the love of thee darkens The lights that arise and that set: The love that forgets thee not hearkens If England forget. His palled face impictured with death, She bathed oft with teares and dried oft: And with sweet kisses suckt the wasting breath, Out of his lips like lillies pale and soft. What is become of him whose flowre here left Is but the shadow of his likenesse gone? Then, even of fellowship, O moon, tell me, Is constant love deemed there but want of wit? A Critical Companion to Spenser Studies. Wide wounds emongst them many one he made, Now with his sharp borespear, now with his blade. Ps: The full set is available online public domain : original spelling and modern English spelling + notes and paraphrases.
Farewell to you my hopes, my wonted waking dreames, Farewell sometimes enioyed, ioy, eclipsed are thy beames, Farewell selfe pleasing thoughts, which quietnes brings foorth, And farewel friendships sacred league, vniting minds of woorth. Love that led thee alive, and fed thy soul with sorrows and joys and fears, Love that sped thee, alive and dead, to fame's fair goal with thy peerless peers, Feeds the flame of thy quenchless name with light that lightens the rayless years. It is going to be a limited run of 300 albums. Astrophel no longer simply describes Stella's beauty and his slavery to Love; he describes real interactions that occur between the two. Pillows, comfortable bed, a room quiet and dark. Sonnet 6 rejects Petrarchan antitheses, classical mythology, pastoral false lowliness, and self-conscious comparisons of ink to tears.
Most of all, sleep should want to come because when he is asleep, the image of Stella is strongest. No beast so saluage but he could it kill, No chace so hard, but he therein had skill. Here he is Astrophel who falls in love with Stella, whom he could never reach. . The hyphens in the phrase that follows are crucial to the reading. Alas when shall Mine eies see ought that may content them, since thy graue My onely treasure hides the ioyes of my poore hart? The two are separated, but they continue in their love for one another.