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Henry Cuyler Bunner (Генри Куйлер Баннер) The Future of the Classics No longer, 0 scholars, shall Plautus Be taught us. No more shall professors be partial To Martial. No ninny Will stop playing “shinney” For Pliny. Not even the veriest Mexican Greaser Will stop to read Caesar. No true son of Erin will leave his potato To list to the love-lore of Ovid or Plato. Old Homer, That hapless old roamer, Will ne'er find a rest 'neath collegiate dome or Anywhere else. As to Seneca, Any cur Safely may snub him, or urge ill Effects from the reading of Virgil. Cornelius Nepos Won't keep us Much longer from pleasure's light errands — Nor Terence. The irreverent now may all scoff in ease At the shade of poor old Aristophanes. And moderns it now doth behoove in all Ways to despise poor old Juvenal; And to chivvy Livy. The class-room hereafter will miss a row Of eager young students of Cicero. The longshoreman — yes, and the dock-rat, he’s Down upon Socrates. And what’ll Induce us to read Aristotle? We shall fail in Our duty to Galen. No tutor henceforward shall rack us To construe old Horatius Flaccus. We have but a wretched opinion Of Mr. Justinian. In our classical pabulum mix we no wee sop Of Aesop. Our balance of intellect asks for no ballast From Sallust. With feminine scorn no fair Vassar-bred lass at us Shall smile if we own that we cannot read Tacitus. No admirer shall ever now wreath with begonias The bust of Suetonius. And so, if you follow me, We’ll have to cut Ptolemy. Besides, it would just be considered facetious To look at Lucretius. And you can Not go in Society if you read Lucan. And we cannot have any fun Out of Xenophon. Henry Cuyler Bunner's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1207 |
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