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Translation Of The Epitaph On Virgil And Tibullus By Domitius Marsus

by Lord Byron

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 controll'd,
Fit comrades in Elysian regions move!




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