Poems from the works of Charles Cotton; newly decorated by Claud Lovat Fraser . Winter HARK, hark, I hear the North Wind roar,See how he riots on the Shoar;And, with expanded Wings at stretch,RuflFels the Billows on the Beach. Hark how the routed Waves call for Succor to the Main,Flying the Storm as if they meantTo creep into the Continent. Surely all jEoUs huffing BroodAre met to War against the Flood,Which seem surprisd, and have not yetHad time his Levies to 39

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