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An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell's Return From Ireland	A
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The forward youth that would appear	B
Must now forsake his muses dear	B
Nor in the shadows sing	C
His numbers languishing	C
'Tis time to leave the books in dust	D
And oil the unus d armour's rust	D
Removing from the wall	E
The corslet of the hall	E
So restless Cromwell could not cease	F
In the inglorious arts of peace	F
But through adventurous war	G
Urg d his active star	H
And like the three forked lightning first	I
Breaking the clouds where it was nursed	I
Did thorough his own side	J
His fiery way divide	J
For 'tis all one to courage high	K
The emulous or enemy	L
And with such to inclose	F
Is more than to oppose	F
Then burning through the air he went	M
And palaces and temples rent	M
And C sar'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 reserv d and austere	B
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 kingdoms 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	F
Allows of penetration less	F
And therefore must make room	W
Where greater spirits come	X
What field of all the Civil Wars	F
Where his were not the deepest scars	F
And Hampton shows what part	R
He had of wiser art	R
Where twining subtle fears with hope	Y
He wove a net of such a scope	Y
That Charles himself might chase	F
To Carisbrooke's narrow case	F
That then the royal actor born	Z
The tragic scaffold might adorn	Z
While round the arm d bands	F
Did clap their bloody hands	F
He nothing common did or mean	A2
Upon that memorable scene	A2
But with his keener eye	K
The axe's edge did try	K
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	B2
Which first assured the forc d power	B2
So when they did design	C2
The Capitol's first line	C2
A bleeding head where they begun	D2
Did fright the architects to run	D2
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	E2
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	F2
That can so well obey	F2
He to the Commons feet presents	F
A kingdom for his first year's rents	F
And what he may forbears	F
His fame to make it theirs	F
And has his sword and spoils ungirt	R
To lay them at the public's skirt	R
So when the falcon high	K
Falls heavy from the sky	K
She having killed no more does search	G2
But on the next green bough to perch	G2
Where when he first does lure	H2
The falc'ner has her sure	H2
What may not then our isle presume	W
While Victory his crest does plume	W
What may not others fear	B
If thus he crowns each year	B
A C sar he ere long to Gaul	E
To Italy an Hannibal	I2
And to all states not free	L
Shall climact ric be	L
The Pict no shelter now whall 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	B
The Caledonian deer	B
But thou the Wars' and Fortune's son	D2
March indefatigably on	J2
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 power must it maintain	T

Andrew Marvell

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