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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355258" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Triumph Of The Whale</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Written in the last reign.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Io! Pæan! Io! sing<br>To the finny people's King.<br>Not a mightier whale than this<br>In the vast Atlantic is;<br>Not a fatter fish than he<br>Flounders round the polar sea.<br>See his blubbers-at his gills<br>What a world of drink he swills,<br>From his trunk, as from a spout,<br>Which next moment he pours out.<br>Such his person-next declare,<br>Muse, who his companions are.-<br>Every fish of generous kind<br>Scuds aside, or slinks behind;<br>But about his presence keep<br>All the Monsters of the Deep;<br>Mermaids, with their tails and singing.<br>His delighted fancy stinging;<br>Crooked Dolphins, they surround him,<br>Dog-like Seals, they fawn around him.<br>Following hard, the progress mark,<br>Of the intolerant salt sea shark.<br>For his solace and relief,<br>Flat fish are his courtiers chief.<br>Last and lowest in his train,<br>Ink-fish (libellers of the main)<br>Their black liquor shed in spite:<br>(Such on earth the things that write.)<br>In his stomach, some do say,<br>No good thing can ever stay.<br>Had it been the fortune of it,<br>To have swallowed that old Prophet,<br>Three days there he'd not have dwell'd,<br>But in one have been expell'd.<br>Hapless mariners are they,<br>Who beguil'd (as seamen say),<br>Deeming him some rock or island,<br>Footing sure, safe spot, and dry land,<br>Anchor in his scaly rind;<br>Soon the difference they find;<br>Sudden plumb, he sinks beneath them;<br>Does to ruthless seas bequeath them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Name or title what has he?<br>Is he Regent of the Sea?<br>From this difficulty free us,<br>Buffon, Banks, or sage Linnæus.<br>With his wondrous attributes<br>Say what appellation suits.<br>By his bulk, and by his size,<br>By his oily qualities,<br>This (or else my eyesight fails),<br>This should be the Prince of Whales.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>R. et R.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Lamb">Charles Lamb</a><div class=q>
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Io! Pæan! 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 blubbers-at his gills
What a world of drink he ..."></div>
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