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Hymn.
TO HARMODIUS AND ARISTOGEITON.
With myrtle will I braid my sword;
Such as the brave Harmodius bore,
When Athens hailed her rights restored,
And proud Hipparchus was no more.
Such as the brave Harmodius bore,
When Athens hailed her rights restored,
And proud Hipparchus was no more.
Nor art thou, dear Harmodius, dead!
Thine are the islands of the blest;
Where heroes old, stout Diomed,
And the swift son of Peleus, rest.
Thine are the islands of the blest;
Where heroes old, stout Diomed,
And the swift son of Peleus, rest.
My sword with myrtle will I braid,
Such as Aristogeiton bore;
When, at Minerva's shrine, the blade
Dropped with the victim-tyrant's gore.
Such as Aristogeiton bore;
When, at Minerva's shrine, the blade
Dropped with the victim-tyrant's gore.
Dear patriot pair! your fame shall bloom
Immortal in the poet's strain;
Who, by the tyrant's righteous doom,
Bade Athens flourish free again.
Immortal in the poet's strain;
Who, by the tyrant's righteous doom,
Bade Athens flourish free again.
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