...Brushed by the hand of rough Mischance, Or chilled by Age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive kind reply:...thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May. The poet Gray was never married, and the last stanza which I have quoted refers jocosely to himself....

...poet leads him to think and speak of himself. To his imagination the insects answer his questioning : Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive Kind reply...flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolick, while 'tis May. But Gray never learned the excellent lesson that the insects sought to teach...

...poet leads him to think and speak of himself. To his imagination the insects answer his questioning : Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive Kind reply...Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly 1 Thy Joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display...

...'d by the hand of rough Mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive kind reply...thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May. Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat, Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes 'Twas on a lofty vase's side,...

...hand of rough Mischance, Or chlll'd by Age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Mcthinks I hear in accents low The sportive kind reply: Poor moralist! and what art thou? gon, A solitary fly! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted...

...turns the thought upon himself. He was but twenty-one, yet he already felt lonely and useless, like A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets,...youth is flown, Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone. . . . " dropping soft the sadly-pleasing tear." The poet begs her to turn towards him her milder not...

...by the hand of rough Mischance, Or chill'd by Age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. 40 Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive kind reply...solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, 45 No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is...

...Brushed by the hand of rough mischance Or chilled by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive kind reply...painted plumage to display ; On hasty wings thy youth is Hown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone, — We frolic while 't is May. THOUAS GRAY. SWEETLY BREATHING,...

...hours, Fair Venus' train, appear ; Disclose the long expecting flowers, And wake the purple year ! On hasty wings thy youth is flown, Thy sun is set, thy Spring is gone, We frolic while 'tis May." The last words were prophetic. Before the letter had reached its destination fell disease had done...

...Brush'd by the Hand of rough Mischance, Or chill'd by Age, their airy Dance They leave, in Dust to rest. Methinks I hear in Accents low The sportive Kind reply. Poor Moralist ! & what art Thou ? A solitary Fly ! Thy Joys no glittering Female meets, No Hive hast thou of hoarded...