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Versifying Captivity

Many poets of the early modern period contemplated captivity. In the poems below, a female poet writes on friendship and captivity, and a male poet on love and captivity.

Katherine Philips is a mid seventeenth-century poet who wrote frequently about female friendship. Several of her poems use the common motif of retirement, a political stance some Royalists used to valorize retreat during a period when Parliamentarians were in power. In the poem below, she celebrates her friendship with Anne Owen, to whom she gave the sobriquet Lucasia. Philips likens their bond to something miraculous which is in opposition to the “dull angry world” (l. 4). Unlike Pulter, who, in her poem “Why Must I Thus Forever Be Confined” (Poem 57) laments her confinement at her country estate and longs for freedom, Philips here celebrates the bonds of friendship as a desirable captivity and depicts freedom as a paradoxical banishment (ll. 16-18). Pulter’s isolation is a terrible imprisonment, while Philips’s friendship is a joyful bondage.

Katherine Philips
Friendship’s Mystery, To my dearest Lucasia
  • 1.
  • 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
  • There’s a Religion in our Love.
  • 2.
  • For though we were design’d t’agree,
  • That Fate no liberty destroyes,
  • But our Election is as free
  • As Angels, who with greedy choice
  • Are yet determin’d to their joyes.
  • 3.
  • Our hearts are doubled by the loss,
  • Here Mixture is Addition grown;
  • We both diffuse, and both ingross:
  • And we whose minds are so much one,
  • Never, yet ever are alone.
  • 4.
  • We court our own Captivity
  • Than Thrones more great and innocent:
  • ’Twere banishment to be set free,
  • Since we wear fetters whose intent
  • Not Bondage is, but Ornament.
  • 5.
  • Divided joyes are tedious found,
  • And griefs united easier grow:
  • We are our selves but by rebound,
  • And all our Titles shuffled so,
  • Both Princes, and both Subjects too.
  • 6.
  • Our Hearts are mutual Victims laid,
  • While they (such power in Friendship lies)
  • Are Altars, Priests, and Off'rings made:
  • And each Heart which thus kindly dies,
  • Grows deathless by the Sacrifice.
Katherine Philips, Poems (London, 1667), pp. 21-22, EEBO. [original italics retained]

One of the best known Royalist poems from the civil war period is Richard Lovelace’s “To Althea, From Prison.” Whether or not he actually wrote it from prison, Lovelace makes extensive use of imagery to contrast the speaker’s actual restraint with his inner freedom, particularly in relation to his bond with his beloved. Unlike in Pulter’s poem “Why Must I Thus Forever Be Confined” (Poem 57), imprisonment for this male royalist poet is almost irrelevant, since he claims he is actually more free than gods, fish, and winds.

Richard Lovelace, To Althea, From Prison
  • TO ALTHEA,
  • From Prison.
  • Song.
  • Set by Dr. John Wilson.
  • I.
  • When Love with unconfined wings
  • Hovers within my Gates;
  • And my divine Althea brings
  • To whisper at the Grates:
  • When I lye tangled in her haire,
  • And fetterd to her eye;
  • The Gods that wanton in the Aire,
  • Know no such Liberty.
  • II.
  • When flowing Cups run swiftly round
  • With no allaying Thames,
  • Our carelesse heads with Roses bound,
  • Our hearts with Loyall Flames;
  • When thirsty griefe in Wine we steepe,
  • When Healths and draughts go free,
  • Fishes that tipple in the Deepe,
  • Know no such Libertie.
  • III.
  • When (like committed Linnets) I
  • With shriller throat shall sing
  • The sweetnes, Mercy, Majesty,
  • And glories of my KING;
  • When I shall voyce aloud, how Good
  • He is, how Great should be;
  • Inlarged Winds that curle the Flood,
  • Know no such Liberty.
  • IV.
  • Stone Walls doe not a Prison make,
  • Nor I’ron bars a Cage;
  • Mindes innocent and quiet take
  • That for an Hermitage;
  • If I have freedome in my Love,
  • And in my soule am free;
  • Angels alone that sore above,
  • Injoy such Liberty.
The Poems of Richard Lovelace, edited by C.H. Wilkinson, second edition (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1953), pp. 78-79, Oxford Scholarly Editions Online. [original italics retained]