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Nell Gwynne's Looking-glass

by
Samuel Laman Blanchard
1803-1845



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Glass antique 'twixt thee and Nell

Draw we here a parallel !

She like thee was forced to bear

All reflections, foul or fair.

Thou art deep and bright within, ---

Depths as bright belong'd to Gwynne;

Thou art very frail as well,

Frail as flesh is, --- so was Nell.

Thou, her glass, art silver-lined, ---

She too had a silver mind;

Thine is fresh to this far day, ---

Hers till death ne'er wore away;

Thou dost to thy surface win

Wandering glances, --- so did Gwynne;

Eyes on thee long love to dwell, ---

So men's eyes would do on Nell.
 

Life-like forms in thee are sought, ---

Such the forms the Actress wrought;

Truth unfailing rests in you, ---

Nell, whate'er she was, was true:

Clear as virtue, dull as sin,

Thou art oft, --- as oft was Gwynne;

Breath on thee, and drops will swell, ---

Bright tears dimm'd the eyes of Nell.
 

Thine's frame to charm the sight, ---

Framed was she to give delight;

Waxen forms here, truly, show

Charles above and Nell below

(But between them, chin with chin,

Stuart stands as low as Gwynne),

Pair'd yet parted, --- mean'd to tell

Charles was opposite to Nell.
 

Round the glass, wherein her face

Smiled so oft, her Arms we trace:

Thou, her mirror, hast the pair ---

Lion here and leopard there.

She had part in these: akin

To the lion-heart was Gwynne;

And the leopard's beauty fell,

With its spots, to bounding Nell.
 

Oft inspected, ne'er seen through,

Thou art firm, if brittle too:

So her will, on good intent,

Might be broken, never bent.

What the glass was when therein

Beam'd the face of glad Nell Gwynne

Was that face by beauty's spell

To the honest soul of Nell.
 

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