Lord Byron's Poems

Early Poems: 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.