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 hand alike controul'd,
Fit comrades in Elysian regions move.

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