Hymn to Aristogeiton and Harmodius
Lines:20Movement:Romanticism
IWreathed in myrtle, my sword I'll concealLike those champions devoted and brave,When they plunged in the tyrant their steel,And to Athens deliverance gave. IIBeloved heroes! your deathless souls roamIn the joy breathing isles of the blest;Where the mighty of old have their homeWhere Achilles and Diomed rest IIIIn fresh myrtle my blade I'll entwine,Like Harmodius, the gallant and good,When he made at the tutelar shrineA libation of Tyranny's blood. IVYe deliverers of Athens from shame!Ye avengers of Liberty's wrongs!Endless ages shall cherish your fame,Embalmed in their echoing songs!
