Charles Cotton

(28 April 1630 – 16 February 1687 / Beresford Hall)

Charles Cotton Poems

1. The Morning Quatrains 4/21/2010
2. The Noon Quatrains 4/21/2010
3. The Night Quatrains 4/21/2010
4. Clepsydra 4/21/2010
5. To Coelia 1/4/2003
6. The Angler's Ballad 4/21/2010
7. The Evening Quatrains 4/21/2010
Best Poem of Charles Cotton

The Evening Quatrains

THE Day's grown old, the fainting Sun
Has but a little way to run,
And yet his steeds, with all his skill,
Scarce lug the chariot down the hill.
With labour spent, and thirst opprest,
Whilst they strain hard to gain the West,
From fetlocks hot drops melted light,
Which turn to meteors in the Night.
The shadows now so long do grow,
That brambles like tall cedars show,
Mole-hills seem mountains, and the ant
Appears a monstrous elephant.
A very little little flock
Shades thrice the ground that it would stock;
Whilst the small stripling ...

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