BANNOCKBURN ROBERT BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY ROBERT BURNS COTS, wha ha'e wi' Wallace bled, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victorie! Now's the day, and now's the hour; See approach proud Edward's power- Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha for Scotland's King and law By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! CHLOE ROBERT BURNS T was the charming month of May, The youthful charming Chloe The feather'd people you might see, They hail the charming Chloe; THE CHILD AND THE PIPER WILLIAM BLAKE IPING down the valleys wild, On a cloud I saw a child, And he, laughing, said to me, "Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe, Sing thy songs of happy cheer." So I sang the same again, While he wept with joy to hear. "Piper, sit thee down and write In a book that all may read." So he vanish'd from my sight, And I pluck'd a hollow reed, And I made a rural pen, And I stain'd the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs, Every child may joy to hear. 825493 A CRADLE SONG WILLIAM BLAKE LEEP, sleep, beauty bright, Dreaming in the joys of night; Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep Little sorrows sit and weep. Sweet babe, in thy face As thy softest limbs I feel, Oh, the cunning wiles that creep |