Poems from the works of Charles Cotton; newly decorated by Claud Lovat Fraser . See where a Liquid Mountain rides,Made up of innumerable Tides,And tumbles headlong to the Strand,As if the Sea would come to Land. A Sail, a Sail, I plainly spyBetwixt the Ocean and the Sky,An Argosy, a tall built Ship,With all her Pregnant Sails a-trip. Nearer, and nearer, she makes Canvis Wings into the Bay;And now upon the Deck appearsA croud of busy Mariners. Methinks I hear the Cordage crack,With furrowing Neptunes foaming Back,Who wounded, and revengeful roarsHis fury to the neighbring Shoars. With

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Poems from the works of Charles Cotton; newly decorated by Claud Lovat Fraser . See where a Liquid Mountain rides,Made up of innumerable Tides,And tumbles headlong to the Strand,As if the Sea would come to Land. A Sail, a Sail, I plainly spyBetwixt the Ocean and the Sky,An Argosy, a tall built Ship,With all her Pregnant Sails a-trip. Nearer, and nearer, she makes Canvis Wings into the Bay;And now upon the Deck appearsA croud of busy Mariners. Methinks I hear the Cordage crack,With furrowing Neptunes foaming Back,Who wounded, and revengeful roarsHis fury to the neighbring Shoars. With massy Trident high, he heavesHer sliding Keel above the Waves,Opening his Liquid Arms to takeThe bold invader in his 41

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