王侯用詩形

**王侯用詩形**（おうこうようしけい、**chant royal**）は、詩の形式の一種。

## 構造
「a-b-a-b-c-c-d-d-e-d-E」という押韻構成を持つ11行から成る5つのスタンザ（五連11行）と、「d-d-e-d-E」という押韻構成の5行のアンヴォワもしくは「c-c-d-d-e-d-E」という押韻構成の7行のアンヴォワから構成される。

## 歴史
14世紀、クリスティーヌ・ド・ピザン（:en:Christine de Pizan）とオルレアン公シャルル・ド・ヴァロワがフランスの詩に導入したのがはじまりで、イングランドには19世紀末、フランス詩への関心が一般に高まった時に導入された。

## 例
:He is the despots' Despot. All must bide, - (a)
:Later or soon, the message of his might; - (b)
:Princes and potentates their heads must hide, - (a)
:Touched by the awful sigil of his right; - (b)
:Beside the Kaiser he at eve doth wait - (c)
:And pours a potion in his cup of state; - (c)
:The stately Queen his bidding must obey; - (d)
:No keen-eyed Cardinal shall him affray; - (d)
:And to the Dame that wantoneth he saith-- - (e)
:"Let be, Sweet-heart, to junket and to play." - (d)
:There is no King more terrible than Death. - (E)

:The lusty Lord, rejoicing in his pride, 
:He draweth down; before the armed Knight
:With jingling bridle-rein he still doth ride;
:He crosseth the strong Captain in the fight;
:The Burgher grave he beckons from debate;
:He hales the Abbot by his shaven pate,
:Nor for the Abbess' wailing will delay;
:No bawling Mendicant shall say him nay;
:E'en to the pyx the Priest he followeth,
:Nor can the Leech* his chilling finger stay . . . [doctor]
:There is no King more terrible than Death.

:All things must bow to him. And woe betide
:The Wine-bibber,--the Roisterer by night; 
:Him the feast-master, many bouts defied, 
:Him 'twixt the pledging and the cup shall smite; 
:Woe to the Lender at usurious rate, 
:The hard Rich Man, the hireling Advocate; 
:Woe to the Judge that selleth Law for pay; 
:Woe to the Thief that like a beast of prey 
:With creeping tread the traveller harryeth:-- 
:These, in their sin, the sudden sword shall slay . . . 
:There is no King more terrible than Death. 

:He hath no pity, -- nor will be denied. 
:When the low hearth is garnished and bright, 
:Grimly he flingeth the dim portal wide, 
:And steals the Infant in the Mother's sight; 
:He hath no pity for the scorned of fate:-- 
:He spares not Lazarus lying at the gate, 
:Nay, nor the Blind that stumbleth as he may; 
:Nay, the tired Ploughman,--at the sinking ray,-- 
:In the last furrow,--feels an icy breath, 
:And knows a hand hath turned the team astray . . . 
:There is no King more terrible than Death. 

:He hath no pity. For the new-made Bride, 
:Blithe with the promise of her life's delight, 
:That wanders gladly by her Husband's side, 
:He with the clatter of his drum doth fright. 
:He scares the Virgin at the convent grate; 
:The Maid half-won, the Lover passionate; 
:He hath no grace for weakness and decay: 
:The tender Wife, the Widow bent and gray, 
:The feeble Sire whose footstep faltereth,-- 
:All these he leadeth by the lonely way . . . 
:There is no King more terrible than Death. 

:（アンヴォワ）
:Youth, for whose ear and monishing of late, - (c)
:I sang of Prodigals and lost estate, - (c)
:Have thou thy joy of living and be gay; - (d)
:But know not less that there must come a day,-- - (d)
:Aye, and perchance e'en now it hasteneth,-- - (e)
:When thine own heart shall speak to thee and say,-- - (d)
:There is no King more terrible than Death. - (E)

: -- ヘンリー・オースティン・ドブソン（:en:Henry Austin Dobson）『The Dance of Death』