—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 controll’d,
Fit comrades in Elysian regions move!
—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 controll’d,
Fit comrades in Elysian regions move!