的北极,我挑战你!”从“罗ve's Labour's Lost.' I Paery, my man! has thy brave leg Yet struck its foot against the peg On which the world is spun? Or hast thou found No Thoroughfare Writ by the hand of Nature there Where man has never run! II Hast thou yet traced the Great Unknown Of channels in the Frozen Zone, Or held at Icy Bay, Hast thou still miss'd the proper track For homeward Indian men that lack A bracing by the way? III Still hast thou wasted toil and trouble On nothing but the North-Sea Bubble Of geographic scholar? Or found new ways for ships to shape, Instead of winding round the Cape, A short cut thro' the collar? IV Hast found the way that sighs were sent to The Pole?tho' God knows whom they went to! That track reveal'd to Pope? Or if the Arctic waters sally, Or terminate in some blind alley, A chilly path to grope? V Alas! tho' Ross, in love with snows, Has painted them couleur de rose, It is a dismal doom, As Clauclio saith, to Winter thrice, 'In regions of thick-ribbed ice'? All bright,?and yet all gloom! VI 'Tis well for Gheber souls that sit Before the fire and worship it With pecks of Wallsend coals, With feet upon the fender's front, Roasting their corns?like Mr. Hunt? To speculate on poles. VII 'Tis easy for our Naval Board? 'Tis easy for our Civic Lord Of London and of ease, That lies in ninety feet of down, With fur on his nocturnal gown, To talk of Frozen Seas! VIII 'Tis fine for Monsieur Ude to sit, And prate about the mundane spit, And babble of Cook's track? He'd roast the leather off his toes, Ere he would trudge thro' polar snows, To plant a British Jack! IX Oh, not the proud licentious great, That travel on a carpet skate, Can value toils like thine! What 'tis to take a Hecla range, Through ice unknown to Mrs. Grange, And alpine lumps of brine? X But we, that mount the Hill o' Rhyme, Can tell how hard it is to climb The lofty slippery steep, Ah! there are more Snow Hills than that Which doth black Newgate, like a hat, Upon its forehead, keep. XI Perchance thou'rt now?while I am writing? Feeling a bear's wet grinder biting About thy frozen spine! Or thou thyself art eating whale, Oily, and underdone, and stale, That, haply, cross'd thy line! XII But I'll not dream such dreams of ill? Rather will I believe thee still Safe cellar'd in the snow,? Reciting many a gallant story, Of British kings and British glory, To crony Esquimaux? XIII Cheering that dismal game where Night Makes one slow move from black to white Thro' all the tedious year,? Or smitten by some fond frost fair, That comb'd out crystals from her hair, Wooing a seal-skin dear! XIV So much a long communion tends, As Byron says, to make us friends With what we daily view? God knows the daintiest taste may come To love a nose that's like a plum In marble, cold and blue! XV To dote on hair, an oily fleece! As tho' it hung from Helen o' Greece? They say that love prevails Ev'n in the veriest polar land? And surely she may steal thy hand That used to steal thy nails! XVI But ah, ere thou art fixed to marry, And take a polar Mrs. Parry, Think of a six months' gloom? Think of the wintry waste, and hers, Each furnish'd with a dozen furs, Think of thine icy dome! XVII Think of the children born to blubber! Ah me! hast thou an Indian rubber Inside!?to hold a meal For months,?about a stone and half Of whale, and part of a sea calf? A fillet of salt veal!? XVIII Some walrus ham?no trifle but A decent steak?a solid cut Of seal?no wafer slice! A reindeer's tongue and drink beside! Gallons of sperm?not rectified! And pails of water-ice! XIX Oh, canst thou fast and then feast thus? Still come away, and teach to us Those blessed alternations? To-day to run our dinners fine, To feed on air and then to dine With Civic Corporations? XX To save th' Old Bailey daily shilling, And then to take a half-year's filling In P.N.'s pious Row? When ask'd to Hock and haunch o' ven'son, Thro' something we have worn our pens on For Longman and his Co. XXI O come and tell us what the Pole is? Whether it singular and sole is,? Or straight, or crooked bent,? If very thick or very thin,? Made of what wood?and if akin To those there be in K