Sonnet

In vain to me

the smiling. Mornings shine,

And redning Phabus lifts his golden Fire:

The Birds in vain.

Or chearful Fields

their amorous

resume

Descant

joyor;
their green Attire
These tare, alas for other Notes repine,
et different Object do these lyes require
My lonely Anguish melts

And in

my

no

Heart, but mine;
Breast the imperfect Toys expire
Yet Morning smiles the busy Race to chear,
And new-born Pleasure brings to happier Men:
The Fields to all their wonted Iribute bear:
Jo. warm their little Loves the Birds complain :
mourn to him, that cannot hear,
I fruitless

And weep

the

more

:

because I

weep

162

vain

*

# at Steke dog

OF

THOMAS GRAY

En Prose and Verse

EDITED BY

EDMUND GOSSE

CLARK LECTURER ON ENGLISH LITERATURE AT THE
UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE

IN FOUR VOLS.--VOL. IV.

NOTES ON ARISTOPHANES AND PLATO.

NEW YORK:

A. C. ARMSTRONG & SON,

714 BROADWAY.

1885.