Hymn to Aristogeiton and Harmodius

Edgar Allan Poe

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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.

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.

In fresh myrtle my blade I'll entwine,
Like Harmodious, the gallant and good,
When he made at the tutelar shrine
A libation of Tyranny's blood.

Ye deliverers of Athens from shame!
Ye avengers of Liberty's wrongs!
Endless ages shall cherish your fame
Embalmed in their echoing songs!

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  • jermainecarner3

    Just came across this beautiful poem! I loved the lines "Wreathed in myrtle, my sword I'll conceal" and how they evoke the bravery of the past heroes. It's a really great tribute to them and their unending legacy 😊 There's something about old poems that gets me everytime 📜🖋️

    • kat970

      Just read this amazin poem! Real touching tribute to those awesome heroes of yesteryears!