Epitaph on Virgil and Tibullus
He who sublime in epic numbers roll'd
And he who struck the softer lyre of love,
By Death's unequal hand alike controll'd,
Fit comrades in Elyssian regions move!
poem by Domitius Marsus, translated by Byron
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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