The Works of Lord Byron, Vol. 1 (Translation Of The Epitaph On Virgil And Tibullus) lyrics
by Lord Byron
Translation Of The Epitaph On Virgil And Tibullus, By Domitius Marsus
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!
[Footnote: 1. The hand of Death is said to be unjust or unequal, as
Virgil was considerably older than Tibullus at his decease.]