BY ROBERT BURNS, THE AYRSHIRE POET. To which is added, THE TWO LAMPS : A FABLE. PRINTED FOR AND SOLD BY Bra'll & Reid.

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THE SPEECH OF KING ROBERT THE BRUCE TO HIS TROOPS, TO

AND HIS FORMIDABLE HOST, AT THE EVER MEMORABLE BATTLE OF

1 THE SPEECH OF KING ROBERT THE BRUCE TO HIS TROOPS, TO URGE THEM ON TO FIGHT WITH KING EDWARD II. AND HIS FORMIDABLE HOST, AT THE EVER MEMORABLE BATTLE OF BANNOCKBURN, FOUGHT ON THE OF JUNE, I3I4. BY ROBERT BURNS, THE AYRSHIRE POET. To which is added, THE TWO LAMPS : A FABLE. ^ nc <;rnti SCOTLAND and PRINTED FOR AND SOLD BY Bra'll & Reid.

Now's the day, and now s the hour,* See See approach, the front o proud battle Edward s lour; power, Edward! chains and flaverie! III.

2 THE SPEECH OF KING ROBERT THE BRUCE TO HIS TROOPS, AT THE BATTLE OF BANNOCKBURN. Tune 0 fend Lewis Gordon lame*' I. Scots, wha hae wi Wallace bled; Scots, wham B&uCE has aften led: Welcome to your gory bed, Or to glorious vidlorie! II. Now's the day, and now s the hour,* See See approach, the front o proud battle Edward s lour; power, Edward! chains and flaverie! III. Wha will be traitor-knave? Whafaebafeasbeaflave? Wha can fill a coward s grave? Traitor! coward! turn and flie! IV. Wha for Scotland s King and Law, Freedom s fword will ftrongly draw ; Freeman Hand, or Freeman fa, Caledonian! on wi me!

( 3 ) V. By Opprefiion s vroes and pains! 13y your fons in fervile chains. We will drain our deareft veins.

Liberty s in every blow! Forward! let us do, or die! THE TV/O LAMPS: A FABLE. ADDRESSED TO THE LADIES.

fentiment, and mere corporeal proportion.

3 ( 3 ) V. By Opprefiion s vroes and pains! 13y your fons in fervile chains. We will drain our deareft veins. But they fliall, they fhall be free 1 VI. Lay the proud ufurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty s in every blow! Forward! let us do, or die! THE TV/O LAMPS: A FABLE. ADDRESSED TO THE LADIES. ITie itftgn of which is, to exemplify tbe difference tc~ tween that which is tbe refult of education and fentiment, and mere corporeal proportion. Ere yet hypocrify and art Have wrapp d in treble brafs the heart, * The natural intercourfe fuppreft Between the countenance and breaft 5 Each motion of the mind we trace By her interpreter, the face.

Ev n Socrates himfelf confefs d, Tho wifdom had refoi-m d his breaft, No after ftudy could efface The lineaments of vile and bafe ; Such once he was, and thefe were feea Indelible in lock and mien :

4 ( 4. ) Rage, envy, malice, tis agreed. Are paflions he that runs may read ; Thefe on the paffive forehead make Impreflions that we can t miftake ; Changing the human face divine * A Nero, for an Antonine. Ev n Socrates himfelf confefs d, Tho wifdom had refoi-m d his breaft, No after ftudy could efface The lineaments of vile and bafe ; Such once he was, and thefe were feea Indelible in lock and mien : Proofs that deformity proclaim Moral and perfonal the fame. Thefe warn the parent to commence, With the firft orient dawn of fenfe. The work of beauty ; now begin To fow the feeds of grace within, While, guiltlefs of a weed, the foil With all its powers may blefs your toil. Firll filial piety impart. With gratitude inform their heart, And love for you ; thefe rooted there Shall bloom o er all their face and air: The features melt, and each be deck d With lovely meeknefs and refpedl. Let pity be an early theme : Ah! teach the decent tear to ftream For Other s wo : a felnlh mind The whole hard countenance will bind

(.5 ) And petrify a fallen gloom Spreading o er nature s faireft bloom, The eye finks dead, the cold blood ftreafcs, Ineloquent the frozen cheeks ; But let benevolence

The face, illumin d by the pnind, (Angels are fair becaufe they re kind), With ever-varying grace is found To beam light, life, and love around.

The awful, yet engaging mien 'Of injur d innocence within, And confcious worth? by heaven s intent.at once their guard and ornament.

5 (.5 ) And petrify a fallen gloom Spreading o er nature s faireft bloom, The eye finks dead, the cold blood ftreafcs, Ineloquent the frozen cheeks ; But let benevolence controul, Dilate, and dignify the foul. The face, illumin d by the pnind, (Angels are fair becaufe they re kind), With ever-varying grace is found To beam light, life, and love around. It tunes the voice, and every tone Is Philomela s warbled moan. What colours lhall the Mufe fupply To paint the phrafelefs dignity. The awful, yet engaging mien 'Of injur d innocence within, And confcious worth? by heaven s intent.at once their guard and ornament. So, on fome meadow s banky fide, 'Where Flora reigns in artlefs pride. The fame rich beam that fliews the bloom, -Creates the colour and perfume. Soon as fair friendfliip s holy fpell Has taught the little heart to fwell. To ev ry feature twill fupply A correfponding harmony, Call the whole countenance anew, Tho foft ning, yet ennobling too. But chief Devotion s hallow d duties Muft crown and beautify their beauties 5

Hence, redolent of joy ferene, Divine love s elevated mien; Hence peace and genuine honour fpread Their blended glories round the head ; Hence the meek eye with hope

So, poets feign, frometleus ftole From heaven his animating coal. Parent! ere yet their features fix, Or folly with the heart can mix. For in a tainted veflel pour d.

And all the Calipeedia s * thine ; For Virtue s felf (fo Plato thought) To vifible exiftence brought, This, this is Beauty mull be fo, Or beauty s but a name below.

6 Hence, redolent of joy ferene, Divine love s elevated mien; Hence peace and genuine honour fpread Their blended glories round the head ; Hence the meek eye with hope replete, Yet beaming with a feraph s heat; Th Elyfian glow and every grace Thron d in the true Madona face. So, poets feign, frometleus ftole From heaven his animating coal. Parent! ere yet their features fix, Or folly with the heart can mix. For in a tainted veflel pour d. The generous infufions s four d Be thefe thy arts ; their fouls refine. And all the Calipeedia s * thine ; For Virtue s felf (fo Plato thought) To vifible exiftence brought, This, this is Beauty mull be fo, Or beauty s but a name below. A fuiting body it creates, Pervades, illumes, affimilates. Thus the warm virgin-wax receives Th impreffion that the fignet gives ; Now a chafte Veftal feems, and now The Goddefs of the painted bow ; Now bears aloft the plumy creft, And all Minerva Hands confefs d; * A Latin poem Jo called, teaching the art of baviog beautiful children.

( 7 ) Now the majeftic wife of Jove, I And now the Queen of Grace and Love; Her fairy Cupids hovering round, With tiny fliafts prepar d to wound.

Twas at a mifer s cold abode, Two cryftal urns furvey d the road ; This fhone (while that was void and damp J Confeious of oil and fire a lamp. For fliew he plac d them, nothing loth. But ah!

why doom to me This odious, dull obfcurity?

7 ( 7 ) Now the majeftic wife of Jove, I And now the Queen of Grace and Love; Her fairy Cupids hovering round, With tiny fliafts prepar d to wound. Sportive o er all her perfon ftraying, Now on her cheek or bofom playing. Now in her beamy eyes they meet, Ambrofial hands or filver feet. Twas at a mifer s cold abode, Two cryftal urns furvey d the road ; This fhone (while that was void and damp J Confeious of oil and fire a lamp. For fliew he plac d them, nothing loth. But ah! th expence to.light them both. He faw by calculation clear. At this per day, was that per year. The beamlefs vafe, when night prevail d. Her unimportance thus bewail d ; Too partial Fate! why doom to me This odious, dull obfcurity? Here many a tedious night I ve hung, «Nor blefs d by old, nor prais d by young j To mefcarce one kind glance is given, «While like the moon, that lamp of heav'n, My filler of congenial glafs, u Wins all the hearts of all that pafs. Suppofe her ftation they revere, I boaft the fame exalted fphere; Do they with awe her crown behold, «Her drefs of blue, diftindt with gold? Thefc gave her not fuperior fame, *< Her ornaments and mine the fame.

( 8 ) Tis not her eafy ftiape and air, Her fwelling bofom heavenly clear, ** Her fmoother polilh, brighter hue ; «No ; for in thefe we re hardly two.

Speak, dotards, fpeak, the diff rencc Clew, Or own caprice rules all below. 4 Sifter, forbear, the other cried, 4 To tell the world you re mortifi d.

4 4 Tis not indeed my fairer frame, 4 No native excellence I claim ; 4 Tis not my body s happier mold, 4 More polilh d, pure, or rich with gold ; 4 In thefe

8 ( 8 ) Tis not her eafy ftiape and air, Her fwelling bofom heavenly clear, ** Her fmoother polilh, brighter hue ; «No ; for in thefe we re hardly two. ** Yet while Ihe fits triumphant by, The Cynofure * of every eye, North fair. I m feen, if feen, with fcorn alone, May fall unmifs d, or Hand unknown. Speak, dotards, fpeak, the diff rencc Clew, Or own caprice rules all below. 4 Sifter, forbear, the other cried, 4 To tell the world you re mortifi d. 4 Envy no votaries fliall gain, It fcarce has pity for its pain. 4 4 Tis not indeed my fairer frame, 4 No native excellence I claim ; 4 Tis not my body s happier mold, 4 More polilh d, pure, or rich with gold ; 4 In thefe one character s our due, 4 You fair as I, I frail as you : 4 And yet while you neglected fit, 4 Or but the theme of taunting wit, 4 I fix the traveller s ardent gaze, Have all his blefling all his praife. 4 4 What can this different treatment win : Sure, fifter, tis the lght within.

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