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!
Other works by Lord Byron...
Answer to Some Elegant Verses Sent by a Friend to the Author, Complaining That One of His Descriptions Was Rather Too Warmly Drawn
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May I venture to give her a smack
CANDOUR compels me, BECHER!