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AN ATHENIAN SONG
IN HONOUR OF HARMODIUS AND ARISTOGEITON
Myrtle-wreathed my sword I wave,
As of yore the brothers brave,
When the tyrant sank, and ye
Gave fair Athens liberty.
As of yore the brothers brave,
When the tyrant sank, and ye
Gave fair Athens liberty.
Loved Harmodius! art not dead!
To the blessed isles hast sped:
Where Achilles fleet and fair
And the son of Tydeus are.
To the blessed isles hast sped:
Where Achilles fleet and fair
And the son of Tydeus are.
Myrtle-wreathed my sword I wave,
As of yore the brothers brave
'Mid the sacrificial crew
By the shrine Hipparchus slew.
As of yore the brothers brave
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By the shrine Hipparchus slew.
Aye on earth your names will shine,
Brothers brave, beloved, divine;
Since the tyrant sank, and ye
Gave fair Athens liberty.
Brothers brave, beloved, divine;
Since the tyrant sank, and ye
Gave fair Athens liberty.
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