Various pieces in verse and prose By the late Nathaniel Cotton. Many of which were never before published. In two volumes |
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The Night Piece.
Hark! the prophetic raven brings
My summons on his boding wings;
The birds of night my fate foretel,
The prescient death-watch sounds my knell.
My summons on his boding wings;
The birds of night my fate foretel,
The prescient death-watch sounds my knell.
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A solemn darkness spreads the tomb,
But terrors haunt the midnight gloom;
Methinks a browner horror falls,
And silent spectres sweep the walls.
But terrors haunt the midnight gloom;
Methinks a browner horror falls,
And silent spectres sweep the walls.
Tell me, my soul, oh tell me why
The faultering tongue, the broken sigh?
Thy manly cheeks bedew'd with tears,
Tell me, my soul, from whence these fears?
The faultering tongue, the broken sigh?
Thy manly cheeks bedew'd with tears,
Tell me, my soul, from whence these fears?
When conscious guilt arrests the mind,
Avenging furies stalk behind,
And sickly fancy intervenes,
To dress the visionary scenes.
Avenging furies stalk behind,
And sickly fancy intervenes,
To dress the visionary scenes.
Jesus, to thee I'll fly for aid,
Propitious Sun, dispel the shade;
All the pale family of fear
Would vanish were my Saviour here.
Propitious Sun, dispel the shade;
All the pale family of fear
Would vanish were my Saviour here.
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No more imagin'd spectres walk,
No more the doubtful echoes talk;
Soft zephyrs fan the neighbouring trees,
And meditation mounts the breeze.
No more the doubtful echoes talk;
Soft zephyrs fan the neighbouring trees,
And meditation mounts the breeze.
How sweet these sacred hours of rest,
Fair portraits of the virtuous breast,
Where lawless lust, and passions rude,
And folly never dare intrude!
Fair portraits of the virtuous breast,
Where lawless lust, and passions rude,
And folly never dare intrude!
Be others' choice the sparkling bowl,
And mirth, the poison of the soul;
Or midnight dance, and public shows,
Parents of sickness, pains, and woes.
And mirth, the poison of the soul;
Or midnight dance, and public shows,
Parents of sickness, pains, and woes.
A nobler joy my thoughts design;
Instructive solitude, be mine;
Be mine that silent calm repast,
A chearful conscience to the last.
Instructive solitude, be mine;
Be mine that silent calm repast,
A chearful conscience to the last.
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That tree which bears immortal fruit,
Without a canker at the root;
That friend which never fails the just,
When other friends desert their trust.
Without a canker at the root;
That friend which never fails the just,
When other friends desert their trust.
Come then, my soul, be this thy guest,
And leave to knaves and fools the rest.
With this thou ever shalt be gay,
And night shall brighten into day.
And leave to knaves and fools the rest.
With this thou ever shalt be gay,
And night shall brighten into day.
With this companion in the shade,
Surely thou couldst not be dismay'd;
But if thy Saviour here were found,
All Paradise would bloom around.
Surely thou couldst not be dismay'd;
But if thy Saviour here were found,
All Paradise would bloom around.
“Had I a firm and lasting faith,
To credit what the Almighty saith,
I could defy the midnight gloom,
And the pale monarch of the tomb.
To credit what the Almighty saith,
I could defy the midnight gloom,
And the pale monarch of the tomb.
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Though tempests drive me from the shore,
And floods descend, and billows roar;
Though death appears in every form,
My little bark should brave the storm.
And floods descend, and billows roar;
Though death appears in every form,
My little bark should brave the storm.
Then if my God requir'd the life
Of brother, parent, child, or wife,
Lord, I should bless the stern decree,
And give my dearest friend to thee.
Of brother, parent, child, or wife,
Lord, I should bless the stern decree,
And give my dearest friend to thee.
Amidst the various scenes of ills,
Each stroke some kind design fulfils;
And shall I murmur at my God,
When sovereign love directs the rod?
Each stroke some kind design fulfils;
And shall I murmur at my God,
When sovereign love directs the rod?
Peace, rebel-thoughts—I'll not complain,
My father's smiles suspend my pain;
Smiles—that a thousand joys impart,
And pour the balm that heals the smart.
My father's smiles suspend my pain;
Smiles—that a thousand joys impart,
And pour the balm that heals the smart.
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Though Heaven afflicts, I'll not repine,
Each heart-felt comfort still is mine;
Comforts that shall o'er death prevail,
And journey with me through the vale.
Each heart-felt comfort still is mine;
Comforts that shall o'er death prevail,
And journey with me through the vale.
Dear Jesus, smooth that rugged way,
And lead me to the realms of day,
To milder skies, and brighter plains,
Where everlasting sunshine reigns.
And lead me to the realms of day,
To milder skies, and brighter plains,
Where everlasting sunshine reigns.
| Various pieces in verse and prose | |