Harmodius and Aristogiton!
Thou art not dead—it is confess'd—
But haunt'st the Islands of the Blest,—
Beloved Harmodius!—where Pelides,
The swift-heel'd, dwells, and brave Tydides.
With myrtle-wreathed I'll wear my sword,
As when ye slew the tyrant lord
Hipparchus, Pallas' festal night on;
Harmodius and Aristogiton!
Because ye slew the tyrant, and