Lyric Poem · Love
Hymn To Aristogeiton And Harmodius
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 Harmodius, 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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Quick facts
- Poem
- Hymn To Aristogeiton And Harmodius
- Poet
- Edgar Allan Poe
- Length
- 16 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem
- Themes
- Love, War & Remembrance, Peace
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- Shape
- 16 lines · 4 quatrains
- Line length
- Mostly 9-syllable lines.
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- Author record
- Edgar Allan Poe1809–1849
- Source record
- PoetryDBHymn To Aristogeiton And Harmodius by edgar-allan-poe, PoetryDB transcription
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
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- SHA-256 6539d1b9f8135ae8…
- Editorial handling
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