Christina, maiden of heroic mien!
Star of the North! of northern stars the queen!
Behold, what wrinkles I have earn'd, and how
The iron cask still chafes my vet'ran brow,
While following fate's dark footsteps, I fulfill
The dictates of a hardy people's will.
But soften'd, in thy sight, my looks appear,
Not to all Queens or Kings alike severe.
More verses by William Cowper
- An Epitaph 2 (From The Greek)
- Elegy I. To Charles Deodati (Translated From Milton)
- Elegy V. Anno Aet. 20. On The Approach Of Spring (Translated From Milton)
- By Heraclides
- On A Mischievous Bull, Which The Owner Him Sold At The Author's Instance