2008年08月20日

THE PRINCE OF WHALES.

THE PRINCE OF WHALES.

Io Paean! Io! sing
To the finny people's king--
Not a mightier whale than this
In the vast Atlantic is;
Not a fatter fish than he
Flounders round the Polar sea:
See his blubber--at his gills
What a world of drink he swills,
From his trunk as from a spout!
Which next moment he pours out.
Such his person: next declare,
Muse! who his companions are.
Every fish of generous kind
Scuds aside or alinks behind,
But about his person keep
All the monsters of the deep;
Mermaids, with their tales and singing,
His delighted fancy stinging;
Crooked dolphins, they surround him;
Dog-like seals, they fawn around him:
Following hard, the progress mark
Of the intolerant salt sea-shark--
For his solace and relief
Flat fish are his courtiers chief;--
Last and lowest of his train,
Ink-fish, libellers of the main,
Their black liquor shed in spite--
(Such on earth the things that write).
In his stomach, some do say
No good thing can ever stay;
Had it been the fortune of it
To have swallow'd the old prophet,
Three days there he'd not have dwell'd.
But in one have been expell'd.
Hapless mariners are they
Who, beguiled, as seaman say,
Deeming it some rock or island,
Footing sure, safe spot, and dry land,
Anchor in his scaly rind;
Soon the difference they find,
Sudden, plump, he sinks beneath them--
Does to ruthless waves bequeath them.
Name or title, what has he?
Is he regent of the sea?
From the difficulty free us,
Buffon, Banks, or sage Linnaeus!
With his wondrous attributes
Say--what appellation suits?
By his bulk and by his size,
By his oily qualities,
This, or else my eye-sight fails,
This should be the Prince of Whales.



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鯨王子の讃歌です(多分ウェールズとホエールズをひっかけたネタ)。

底本:
The complete works of lord Byron ... - Google ブック検索

追記:
テキストで検索したら、バイロンよりやや年上の、同時代の作家チャールズ・ラム(1775-1834)の"The Triumph of the Whale"が見つかりました。詳細不明。

Charles Lamb's "The Triumph of the Whale"

"Io! Paean! Io! sing
To the funny people's King.
Not a mightier whale than this
In the vast Atlantic is;
Not a fatter fish than he
Flounders round the polar sea.
See his blubbers--at his gills
What a world of drink he swills,
From his trunk, as from a spout,
Which next moment he pours out.
Such his person--next declare,
Muse, who his companions are.--
Every fish of generous kind
Scuds aside, or slinks behind;
But about his presence keep
All the Monsters of the Deep;
Mermaids, with their tails and singing
His delighted fancy stinging;
Crooked Dolphins, they surround him,
Dog-like Seals, they fawn around him.
Following hard, the progress mark
Of the intolerant salt sea shark.
For his solace and relief,
Flat fish are his courtiers chief.
Last and lowest in his train,
Ink-fish (libellers of the main)
Their black liquor shed in spite:
(Such on earth the things that write.)
In his stomach, some do say,
No good thing can ever stay.
Had it been the fortune of it
To have swallowed that old Prophet,
Three days there he'd not have dwell'd,
But in one have been expell'd.
Hapless mariners are they,
Who beguil'd (as seamen say),
Deeming him some rock or island,
Footing sure, safe spot, and dry land,
Anchor in his scaly rind;
Soon the difference they find;
Sudden plumb, he sinks beneath them;
Does to ruthless seas bequeath them.

Name or title what has he?
Is he Regent of the Sea?
From this difficulty free us,
Buffon, Banks or sage Linnaeus.
With his wondrous attributes
Say what appellation suits.
By his bulk, and by his size,
By his oily qualities,
This (or else my eyesight fails),
This should be the PRINCE OF WHALES."


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