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!
More verses by George Gordon Byron
- To George, Earl Delwarr
- Versicles
- Vision Of Belshazzar
- Don Juan: Canto The Sixteenth
- Epistle From Mr. Murray To Dr. Polidori