Poems from the works of Charles Cotton; newly decorated by Claud Lovat Fraser . 45. Their Caps are Furd with Hoary Frost,The Bravery their Cold Kingdom boasts:Their spungy Plads are Milk-white Frieze,Spun from the Snowy Mountains Fleece. Their Partizans are fine carved GlassFringed with the Mornings spangled Grass;And, Pendant by their brawny Thighs,Hang Cimetars of burnisht Ice. See, see, the Reerward now has wonThe Promontories trembling Crown,Whilst at their numerous Spurs, the GroundGroans out a hollow murmering Sound. The Forlorn now halts for the Van;The Reer-guard draws up to the Main;A

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Poems from the works of Charles Cotton; newly decorated by Claud Lovat Fraser . 45. Their Caps are Furd with Hoary Frost,The Bravery their Cold Kingdom boasts:Their spungy Plads are Milk-white Frieze,Spun from the Snowy Mountains Fleece. Their Partizans are fine carved GlassFringed with the Mornings spangled Grass;And, Pendant by their brawny Thighs,Hang Cimetars of burnisht Ice. See, see, the Reerward now has wonThe Promontories trembling Crown,Whilst at their numerous Spurs, the GroundGroans out a hollow murmering Sound. The Forlorn now halts for the Van;The Reer-guard draws up to the Main;And now they altogether crowdTheir Troops into a threatning Cloud. Fly, Fly; the foe advances fastInto our Fortress, let us hastWhere all the Roarers of the NorthCan neither Storm, nor Starve us forth.

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