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urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.SonnetontheDeathofMrRichardWest.English.1716_sorw:1.1	head	Sonnet [on the Death of Mr Richard West]
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urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.SonnetontheDeathofMrRichardWest.English.1716_sorw:1.2.1	l	In vain to me the smiling mornings shine,
urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.SonnetontheDeathofMrRichardWest.English.1716_sorw:1.2.2	l	And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire:
urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.SonnetontheDeathofMrRichardWest.English.1716_sorw:1.2.3	l	The birds in vain their amorous descant join,
urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.SonnetontheDeathofMrRichardWest.English.1716_sorw:1.2.4	l	Or cheerful fields resume their green attire:
urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.SonnetontheDeathofMrRichardWest.English.1716_sorw:1.2.5	l	These ears, alas! for other notes repine,
urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.SonnetontheDeathofMrRichardWest.English.1716_sorw:1.2.6	l	A different object do these eyes require.
urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.SonnetontheDeathofMrRichardWest.English.1716_sorw:1.2.7	l	My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine;
urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.SonnetontheDeathofMrRichardWest.English.1716_sorw:1.2.8	l	And in my breast the imperfect joys expire.
urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.SonnetontheDeathofMrRichardWest.English.1716_sorw:1.2.9	l	Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer,
urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.SonnetontheDeathofMrRichardWest.English.1716_sorw:1.2.10	l	And new-born pleasure brings to happier men:
urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.SonnetontheDeathofMrRichardWest.English.1716_sorw:1.2.11	l	The fields to all their wonted tribute bear;
urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.SonnetontheDeathofMrRichardWest.English.1716_sorw:1.2.12	l	To warm their little loves the birds complain.
urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.SonnetontheDeathofMrRichardWest.English.1716_sorw:1.2.13	l	I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear,
urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.SonnetontheDeathofMrRichardWest.English.1716_sorw:1.2.14	l	And weep the more because I weep in vain.