There are not a few poems in [COTTON's Poems on Several Occasions, 1689] replete with every excellence of thought, image, and passion, which we expect or desire in the poetry of the milder muse. COLERIDGE: Biographia Literaria, Ch. xix. There is real lyric feeling in Cotton's Ode on Winter. IB. Table Talk, Oct. 23, '33. Hearty, cheerful Mr Cotton.-CHARLES LAMB. I.-MISCELLANEOUS WINTER I HARK, hark, I hear the North Wind roar, See how he riots on the shore! And with expanded wings at stretch, II Hark, how the routed waves complain, III Surely all Æol's huffing brood 10 པ་ IV The beaten Barque, her rudder lost, Is on the rolling billows tost; Her keel now ploughs the ooze and soon 15 Her top-mast tilts against the moon. V 'Tis strange! the Pilot keeps his seat; VI Now fins do serve for wings, and bear VII 20 Now stars concealed in clouds do peep 25 And lobsters, spewed from the brine, VIII Sure Neptune's wat'ry kingdoms yet, 30 |