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BYRON by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON

First Line: HIS FAULTS WERE GREAT, HIS VIRTUES LESS
Last Line: THAT VIRTUE IN ITS RECESS DIES.
Subject(s): BYRON, GEORGE GORDON, LORD (1788-1824); POETRY & POETS; BYRON, GEORGE GORDON BYRON, 6TH BARON;
His faults were great, his virtues less,
His mind a burning lamp of Heaven;
His talents were bestowed to bless,
But were as vainly lost as given.
His was a harp of heavenly sound,
The numbers wild, and bold, and clear;
But ah! some demon, hovering round,
Tuned its sweet chords to Sin and Fear.
His was a mind of giant mould,
Which grasped at all beneath the skies;
And his, a heart, so icy cold,
That virtue in its recess dies.



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