Page 108 of 172 HYMN TO ARISTOGEITON AND HARMODIUS - Complete Poetical Works

HYMN TO ARISTOGEITON AND HARMODIUS.

I. Wreathed in myrtle, my sword I'll conceal,

Like those champions devoted and brave,

When they plunged in the tyrant their steel,

And to Athens deliverance gave.

II. Beloved heroes! your deathless souls roam

In the joy breathing isles of the blest;

Where the mighty of old have their home--

Where Achilles and Diomed rest.

III. In fresh myrtle my blade I'll entwine,

Like Harmodius, the gallant and good,

When he made at the tutelar shrine

A libation of Tyranny's blood.

IV. Ye deliverers of Athens from shame!

Ye avengers of Liberty's wrongs!

Endless ages shall cherish your fame,

Embalmed in their echoing songs!

1827

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		"We operate with nothing but things which do not exist, with lines, planes, bodies, atoms, divisible time, divisible space -- how should explanation even be possible when we first make everything into an image, into our own image!" Friedrich Nietzsche

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