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The forward youth that would appear	A
Must now forsake his Muses dear	A
Nor in the shadows sing	B
His numbers languishing	B
'Tis time to leave the books in dust	C
And oil th' unused armour's rust	C
Removing from the wall	D
The corslet of the hall	D
So restless Cromwell could not cease	E
In the inglorious arts of peace	E
But through advent'rous war	F
Urged his active star	G
And like the three forked lightning first	H
Breaking the clouds where it was nursed	H
Did thorough his own side	I
His fiery way divide	I
For 'tis all one to courage high	J
The emulous or enemy	K
And with such to enclose	L
Is more than to oppose	L
Then burning through the air he went	M
And palaces and temples rent	M
And Caesar's head at last	N
Did through his laurels blast	N
'Tis madness to resist or blame	O
The force of angry Heaven's flame	O
And if we would speak true	P
Much to the man is due	P
Who from his private gardens where	Q
He lived reserved and austere	A
As if his highest plot	R
To plant the bergamot	R
Could by industrious valour climb	S
To ruin the great work of time	S
And cast the Kingdom old	R
Into another mould	R
Though Justice against Fate complain	T
And plead the ancient Rights in vain	T
But those do hold or break	U
As men are strong or weak	V
Nature that hateth emptiness	W
Allows of penetration less	X
And therefore must make room	Y
Where greater spirits come	Z
What field of all the Civil Wars	A2
Where his were not the deepest scars	B2
And Hampton shows what part	R
He had of wiser art	R
Where twining subtle fears with hope	C2
He wove a net of such a scope	C2
That Charles himself might chase	D2
To Carisbrook's narrow case	D2
That thence the Royal Actor borne	E2
The tragic scaffold might adorn	E2
While round the armed bands	F2
Did clap their bloody hands	F2
He nothing common did or mean	G2
Upon that memorable scene	G2
But with his keener eye	J
The axe's edge did try	J
Nor called the Gods with vulgar spite	R
To vindicate his helpless right	R
But bowed his comely head	R
Down as upon a bed	R
This was that memorable hour	H2
Which first assured the forced pow'r	G
So when they did design	I2
The Capitol's first line	I2
A Bleeding Head where they begun	J2
Did fright the architects to run	J2
And yet in that the State	R
Foresaw its happy fate	R
And now the Irish are ashamed	R
To see themselves in one year tamed	R
So much one man can do	R
That does both act and know	K2
They can affirm his praises best	R
And have though overcome confessed	R
How good he is how just	R
And fit for highest trust	R
Nor yet grown stiffer with command	R
But still in the Republic's hand	R
How fit he is to sway	L2
That can so well obey	L2
He to the Commons' feet presents	M2
A kingdom for his first year's rents	N2
And what he may forbears	N2
His fame to make it theirs	N2
And has his sword and spoils ungirt	R
To lay them at the Public's skirt	R
So when the falcon high	J
Falls heavy from the sky	J
She having killed no more does search	O2
But on the next green bough to perch	O2
Where when he first does lure	P2
The falcon'r has her sure	P2
What may not then our Isle presume	Y
While victory his crest does plume	Y
What may not others fear	A
If thus he crown each year	A
A Caesar he ere long to Gaul	D
To Italy an Hannibal	Q2
And to all states not free	K
Shall climacteric be	K
The Pict no shelter now shall find	R
Within his parti coloured mind	R
But from this valour sad	R
Shrink underneath the plaid	R
Happy if in the tufted brake	U
The English hunter him mistake	U
Nor lay his hounds in near	A
The Caledonian deer	A
But thou the War's and Fortune's son	J2
March indefatigably on	R2
And for the last effect	R
Still keep thy sword erect	R
Besides the force it has to fright	R
The spirits of the shady night	R
The same arts that did gain	T
A pow'r must it maintain	T

Andrew Marvell

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