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Lord Byron

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 hand alike controll’d,
Fit comrades in Elysian regions move!

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Thoughts Suggested by a College Examination

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Condolatory Address to Sarah, Countess of Jersey, on the Prince Regent’s Returning Her Picture to Mrs. Mee

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There Be None of Beauty’s Daughters

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