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BRAMBLETYE HOUSE
NANCY LEWIS,

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(A CASTLE BAYNARD LYRIC.)

(For the Mirror.)

My peace is fled—I cannot rest,—

    The tale I tell most true is;

My heart's been stolen from my breast,

    By lovely Nancy Lewis.


Fair is the blossom of the thorn,

    And bright the morning dew is;

But sweeter than the dewy morn

    The smiles of Nancy Lewis.


The eye that's sparkling black I love,

    Ay, more than that which blue is;

And thine are like two stars above,

    And sloe black—Nancy Lewis.


Alas! alas! their power I feel;

    My bosom pierced right through is:

In pity, then, my bosom heal,

    My charming Nancy Lewis.


Oh! bless me with thy heaven of charms,

    And take a heart that true is,

While circling life my bosom warms

    In thine dear Nancy Lewis.


F. G–N.

The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 279, October 20, 1827

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