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:
- To the Earl of Clare
- Lines Addressed to a Young Lady
- To Anne (Oh say not, sweet Anne, that the Fates have decreed)
- Stanzas to Jessy
- To Caroline (When I hear you express an affection so warm)
1603