O virgin Queen of the North, expert in war, @3Christina@1, th' Arctic heaven's fair-shining star, See the hard helmet's furrows on my brow -- Though old, not sluggard, yet in arms I go. Whilst in Fate's pathless toils I struggle still, And work the mandates of the people's will, To you this shade its reverent forehead bends, My looks not always stern to royal friends. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 9. AT THE ALTAR-RAIL by THOMAS HARDY THE PLUMPUPPETS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY ASCENSION (1) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT SANDY STAR: 5. ONUS PROBANDI by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE PAL OF MY HEART by JULIA A. BRAND |