George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон)

On a Change of Masters at a Great Public School

Where are those honours, Ida! once your own,
When Probus fill'd your magisterial throne?
As ancient Rome, fast falling to disgrace,
Hail'd a Barbarian in her Cæsar's place,
So you, degenerate, share as hard a fate,
And seat Pomposus where your Probus sate.
Of narrow brain, yet of a narrower soul,
Pomposus holds you in his harsh controul;
Pomposus, by no social virtue sway'd,
With florid jargon, and with vain parade;
With noisy nonsense, and new-fangled rules,
(Such as were ne'er before enforc'd in schools.)
Mistaking pedantry for learning's laws,
He governs, sanction'd but by self-applause;
With him the same dire fate, attending Rome,
Ill-fated Ida! soon must stamp your doom;
Like her o'erthrown, for ever lost to fame,
No trace of science left you, but the name.

Harrow, July, 1805

George Gordon Byron’s other poems:

  1. To the Earl of Clare
  2. Lines Addressed to a Young Lady
  3. To Anne (Oh say not, sweet Anne, that the Fates have decreed)
  4. Stanzas to Jessy
  5. To Caroline (When I hear you express an affection so warm)

1603




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