There is no evidence that Lanyer wrote again. Thy Child a Lambe, and thou a Turtle dove, Above all other women highly blest; To find such favour in his glorious sight, In whom thy heart and soule doe most delight. Here faire Obedience shined in his breast, And did suppresse all feare of future paine; Love was his Leader vnto this Salve deus rex judaeorum, Whil'st Righteousnesse doth carry vp his Traine; Mercy made way to make vs highly blest, When Patience beat downe Sorrow, Feare and Paine: For Peter griev'd at what might then befall, Yet knew not what to doe, nor what to thinke, Thought something must be done; now, if at all, To free his Master, that he might not drinke This poys'ned draught, farre bitterer than Salve deus rex judaeorum, For now he sees him at the very brinke Of griesly Death, who gins to shew his face, Clad in all colours of a deepe disgrace.
At the time of publication, it was extremely unusual for an Englishwoman to publish, especially as an attempt to make a living.
Lanyer's religious verse was influenced by Mary Sidney, Countess of Pembroke, who with her brother translated the biblical Psalms.
If in Christs Schoole, he tooke so great a fall, What will they doe, that come there not at all. Contrarieties contend Each to exceed, yet neither to be blam'd. But Friends disgrace, nor Fathers banishment, Nor Death it selfe, could purchase her consent.
Therefore sweet Memorie doe thou retaine Those pleasures past, which will not turne againe: While he shall rest within his holy Hill, That lives and dies according to his Will.
Yea thou bestow'st all paines, all cost, all care, That may relieve him, and his health repaire. But now thy friends whom thou didst call to goe, Heauy Spectators of thy haplesse case, See thy Betrayer, whom too well they knowe, One of the twelue, now object of disgrace, A trothlesse traytor, and a mortall foe, With fained kindnesse seekes thee to imbrace; And giues a kisse, whereby he may deceiue thee, That in the hands of Sinners he might leaue thee.
The entry also relates that Lanier was much happier as Carey's mistress than Alfonso's bride. But she poore soule by cunning was deceau'd, No hurt therein her harmlesse Heart intended: And this shall be their portion they shall drinke, That thinkes the Lord is blind when he doth winke.
Nor can their wisdoms any way discouer, Who he should be that proou'd so true a Louer. Was borne to sorow and to discontent, Beauty the cause that turn'd her Sweet to Sowre, While Chastity sought Folly to prevent.
Lanier refused the astrologer's advances; Forman's documentation of their meetings subsequently became unfairly critical of Lanier. To seeke the death of him that is so good, For thy soules health to shed his dearest blood.
Each of these mirrors the other's position at the beginning and end of the play as rhetorical markers indicating that the two names are a pair, and book-end the bulk of the play. The next, that he which now must feele this smart, If Gods deare Sonne, for any thing he heares: Although the color of Lanier's hair is not known, records exist in which her Bassano cousins were referred to as "black," a common term at that time for brunettes or persons with Mediterranean coloring.
Yet neither thy sterne browe, nor his great place, Can draw an answer from the Holy One: In recent years, feminist interpretations of her work have explored Lanyer's depiction of women's friendships, gender roles, and sexuality. Though famous women elder times have knowne, Whose glorious actions did appeare so bright, That powrefull men by them were overthrowne, And all their armies overcome in fight; The Scythian women by Salve deus rex judaeorum powre alone, Put king Darius unto shamefull flight: Here Falshood beares the shew of formall Right, Base Treacherie hath gote a guard of men; Tyranny attends, with all his strength and might, To leade this siely Lamb to Lyons denne; Yet he vnmoou'd in this most wretched plight, Goes on to meete them, knowes the houre, and when: There may you see him as a God in glory, And as a man in miserable case; There may you reade his true and perfect storie, His bleeding body there you may embrace, And kisse his dying cheekes with teares of sorrow, With joyfull griefe, you may intreat for grace; And all your prayers, and your almes-deeds May bring to stop his cruell wounds that bleeds.
Yet this faire map of majestie and might, Was but a figure of thy deerest Love, Borne t'expresse that true and heavenly light, That doth all other joyes imperfect prove; If this faire Earthly starre did shine so bright, What doth that glorious Sonne that is above?
Now Pilate thou art proou'd a painted wall, A golden Sepucher with rotten bones; From right to wrong, from equitie to fall: Inniquitie in Darkenesse seekes to dwell; Sinne rides his circuit in the dead of Night, Teaching all soules the ready waies to hell; Sathan coms arm'd with all the powres of Spight, Heartens his Champions, makes them rude and fell; Like rav'ning wolves, to shed his guiltlesse blood, Who thought no harme, but di'd to doe them good.
Then with so mild a Maiestie he spake, As they might easly know from whence he came, His harmlesse tongue doth no exceptions take, Nor Priests, nor People, meanes he now to blame; But answers Folly, for true Wisdomes sake, Beeing charged deeply by his powrefull name, To tell if Christ the Sonne of God he be, Who for our sinnes must die, to set vs free.
Zeale, Lawes, Religion, now they doe pretend Against the truth, vntruths they seeke to frame: Bidding them tarry, thou didst further goe, To meet affliction in such gracefull sort, As might moove pitie both in friend and foe, Thy sorowes such, as none could them comport, Such great Indurements who did ever know, When to th' Almighty thou didst make resort?
Now al their powres, their wits, their strengths, they bend Against one siely, weake, vnarmed man, Who no resistance makes, though much he can, To free himselfe from these vnlearned men, Who call'd him Sauiour in his blessed name; Yet farre from knowing him their Sauoir then, That came to saue both them and theirs from blame; Though they retire and fall, they come agen To make a surer purchase of their shame: The Maries doe with pretious balmes attend, But beeing come, they find it to no end.Aemilia Lanyer, or Emilia Lanier (c.
–), was a trailblazing poet of the English Renaissance who published a single book of poems, Salve Deus Rex Judaeorum, in Lanyer was one of the first Englishwomen to publish a volume of original verse and identify herself as a professional poet.
“Salve Deus Rex Judaeorum” was first published in in Aemilia Lanyer’s volume of poetry by the same title, though the year it was written is unknown. Lanyer lived from The poem addresses the Passion of Christ, contrasting the virtuous women with the evil men, and includes a section defending Eve and all women.
A volume of religious poems published inSalve Deus Rex Judaeorum, was written by a gentlewoman who identified herself on her title page as “Mistris Aemilia Lanyer, Wife to Captaine. Salve Deus Rex Judæorum. by Aemilia kitaharayukio-arioso.com Cynthia is ascended to that rest Of endlesse joy and true Eternitie That glorious place that cannot be exprest By any wight clad in mortalitie In.
Page5/5. Selected Poems of Aemilia Lanyer. Poems from Salve Deus Rex Judaeorum() To the Queenes most Excellent Majestie.
Renowned Empresse, and great Britaines Queene, Eves Apologie: A section of Lanyer's Salve Deus Rex Judaeorum. See below.
Line Paschal Lambe: Originally the lamb eaten on the Jewish Passover. Salve Deus Rex Judaeorum Questions and Answers. The Question and Answer section for Salve Deus Rex Judaeorum is a great resource to ask questions, find .Download