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Poem
May 12, 1830
Virginia Free Press & Farmers' Repository
Charles Town, Jefferson County, West Virginia
What is this article about?
Introductory note enclosing a poem by the late Miss Davidson, written at age 15, reflecting on Lord Byron's great faults outweighing his virtues, his brilliant yet sinful mind, and icy heart that kills virtue.
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Some well-written remarks on Byron,
brought to my mind the enclosed
lines by the late Miss Davidson, in
her fifteenth year.
Perhaps you may
think them worth publishing.
BYRON.
His faults were great--his virtues less--
His mind a burning light 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.
brought to my mind the enclosed
lines by the late Miss Davidson, in
her fifteenth year.
Perhaps you may
think them worth publishing.
BYRON.
His faults were great--his virtues less--
His mind a burning light 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.
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Byron
Faults Virtues
Sin Fear
Miss Davidson
Moral Reflection
What entities or persons were involved?
The Late Miss Davidson, In Her Fifteenth Year
Poem Details
Title
Byron.
Author
The Late Miss Davidson, In Her Fifteenth Year
Subject
On Lord Byron
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
His Faults Were Great His Virtues Less
His Mind A Burning Light Of Heaven;
His Was A Mind Of Giant Mould,
Which Grasped At All Beneath The Skies;
And His A Heart, So Icy Cold,