Translation Of The Epitaph On Virgil And Tibullus, By Domitius Marsus

George Gordon Lord Byron

He who, sublime, in epic numbers roll’d,
And he who struck the softer lyre of Love,
By Death’s unequal hand alike controul’d,
Fit comrades in Elysian regions move!

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