The blade I bear A myrtle spray shall wear; Harmodius and Aristogeiton so Enwreathed the brand That laid the tyrant low And liberated our Athenian land. Not dead thou art, Harmodius, dear heart, But gone, men say, to islands of the blest, -- For all his speed Achilles there finds rest, And Tydeus' child, the gallant Diomede. The blade I bear A myrtle spray shall wear; Harmodius and Aristogeiton drest The brand even so, When at Athena's feast They laid Hipparchus, that great tyrant, low. Dear hearts, your worth Has deathless fame on earth, -- Harmodius and Aristogeiton, ye Who blade in hand Dealt death to tyranny And liberated our Athenian land. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LITTLE FIRE IN THE WOODS by HAYDEN CARRUTH MOTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ITALIAN PICTURES: JULY IN VALLOMBROSA by MINA LOY TO A MAN WORKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD by MARIANNE MOORE |