60. "Triumphs of Edward the Third in France" (Gray)._Select Poems of Thomas Gray

61. Cf. Cowley: "Ruin behind him stalks, and empty desolation;" and

Oldham, _Ode to Homer_:

"Where'er he does his dreadful standard bear,

Horror stalks in the van, and slaughter in the rear."

63. For _victor_ the MS. has "conqueror;" also in next line "the" for

_his_; and in 65, "what ... what" for _no_ ... _no_.

64. "Death of that king, abandoned by his children, and even robbed

in his last moments by his courtiers and his mistress" (Gray).

67. "Edward the Black Prince, dead some time before his father"

(Gray).

69. The MS. has "hover'd in thy noontide ray," and in the next line

"the rising day."

In _Agrippina_, a fragment of a tragedy, published among the

posthumous poems of Gray, we have the same figure:

"around thee call

The gilded swarm that wantons in the sunshine

Of thy full favour."

71. "Magnificence of Richard the Second's reign. See Froissard and

other contemporary writers" (Gray).

For this line and the remainder of the stanza, the MS. has the

following:

"Mirrors of Saxon truth and loyalty,

Your helpless, old, expiring master view!

They hear not: scarce religion does supply

Her mutter'd requiems, and her holy dew.

Yet thou, proud boy, from Pomfret's walls shalt send

A sigh, and envy oft thy happy grandsire's end."

On the passage as it stands, cf. Shakes. _M. of V._ ii. 6:

"How like a younger, or a prodigal,

The scarfed bark puts from her native bay," etc.

Also Spenser, _Visions of World's Vanitie_, ix:

"Looking far foorth into the Ocean wide,

A goodly ship with banners bravely dight,

And flag in her top-gallant, I espide

Through the maine sea making her merry flight.

Faire blew the winde into her bosome right;

And th' heavens looked lovely all the while

That she did seeme to daunce, as in delight,

And at her owne felicitie did smile," etc.;

and again, _Visions of Petrarch_, ii.:

"After, at sea a tall ship did appeare,

Made all of heben and white yvorie;

The sailes of golde, of silke the tackle were:

Milde was the winde, calme seem'd the sea to bee,

The skie eachwhere did show full bright and faire:

With rich treasures this gay ship fraighted was:

But sudden storme did so turmoyle the aire,

And tumbled up the sea, that she (alas)

Strake on a rock, that under water lay,

And perished past all recoverie."