 | T R A N S L A T I O N [by A. B Grosart] On the same being sent to the Queen of Sweden O virgin Queen of the North, expert in war, Christina, 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. *On the same, Cromwell's portrait [AJ] Source: Marvell, Andrew.The Complete Poems. George deF. Lord, Ed. London: J. M. Dent & Sons, Ltd., 1984. 248.
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