Classic and Contemporary Poetry
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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORIAL VERSES by MATTHEW ARNOLD FAREWELL TO HIS WIFE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON BYRON by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER A PICTURE AT NEWSTEAD by MATTHEW ARNOLD OFF MESOLONGI by ALFRED AUSTIN LAST DAYS OF BYRON by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE SEA REPLIES TO BYRON by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON IRREGULAR ODE, ON THE DEATH OF LORD BYRON by CALEB C. COLTON A DREAM by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON |
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