To Christina, Queen Of Sweden Poem by Andrew Marvell

To Christina, Queen Of Sweden

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Verses to accompany a portrait of Cromwell

Bright Martial Maid, Queen of the frozen zone,
The northern pole supports thy shining throne.
Behold what furrows age and steel can plough;
The helmet's weight oppressed this wrinkled brow.
Through fate's untrodden paths I move; my hands
Still act my free-born people's bold commands;
Yet this stern shade, to you submits his frowns,
Nor are these looks always severe to crowns.

Friday, January 3, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: fate
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Andrew Marvell

Andrew Marvell

Yorkshire, England
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