To many a youth and many a maid Dancing in the chequer'd shade.
To many a youth and many a maid Dancing in the chequer'd shade.
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year
Or wert thou that sweet smiling Youth!
Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.
Vane, young in years, but in sage counsel old, Than whom a better senator ne'er held The helm of Rome, when gowns, not arms, repelled The fierce Epirot and the African bold, Whether to settle peace, or to unfold The drift of hollow states hard to be spelled, Then to advise how war may, best upheld, Move by her two main nerves, iron and gold, In all her equipage besides to know Both spiritual power and civil, what each means, What severs each, thou hast learned, which few have done The bounds of either sword to thee we owe Therefore on thy firm hand Religion leans In peace, and reckons thee her eldest son.
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