For sailors were born for all weathers, YE FLOWERS THAT BLOOM. CHARLES DIBDIN. Ye flowers that bloom in yonder mead, Ye oft have seen, and smil'd to see, Witness, ye flocks, ye herds, ye fawns, That o'er the pastures stray, Witness ye mountains, groves, and lawns, PEGGY PERKINS. CHARLES DIBDIN. Let bards elate Of Sue and Kate, And Moggy take their fill O In jingling verse The lass of Richmond Hill O. A lass more bright My amorous flight, Impell'd by love's fond workings, Shall loudly sing, Like anything, 'Tis charming Peggy Perkins. Some men compare The favourite fair Are suns that shine, And so on with each feature. Leave, leave ye fools And all such subtle quirkings, Are all a farce Compar'd to Peggy Perkins. CRAZY JANE. M. G. LEWIS. Born 1773-Died 1818. Why fair maid in every feature Are such signs of fear express'd? Can a wand'ring wretched creature With such terror fill thy breast? Do my frenzied looks alarm thee? Dost thou weep to see my anguish ? None can ever love again; Fondly my young heart received him, He sighed, he vowed, and I believed him-- From that hour has reason never Now forlorn and broken-hearted, WILLIAM AND SUSAN. M. G. LEWIS. When forc'd to quit his native land, And soft she sigh'd, her anxious heart, With many a fear beset, Oh! would we were not now to part, Dame Fortune smil❜d on William's pains, And blest his growing store, Now gone three years, his honest gains, To Susan's feet he bore, "Nor think," he said, "that William's heart, Can e'er its vows forget. Dismiss your fears, no more we'll part, Since we once more have met." Ah! ere the honey-moon was flown, And Sue a very wife. She said that he was false at heart, He call'd her light coquette, And both exclaim'd next week we'll part, NANINE, OR THE EMIGRANT. M. G. LEWIS. On the waves the wind was sleeping, Then on land he sprung so lightly, Far from home in exile roving, Die Nanine, and weep no more, |