He who, sublime, in epic numbers roll'd,
And he who struck the softer lyre of Love,
By Death's unequal[1] hand alike controul'd,
Fit comrades in Elysian regions move!
Translation Of The Epitaph On Virgil And Tibullus, By Domitius Marsus
George Gordon Byron
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