In Myrtle Wreaths. By Alcaeus.

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Old 14-Jan-2011
In Myrtle Wreaths. By Alcaeus.

In Myrtle Wreaths. By Alcaeus.

By Thomas Moore

In myrtle wreaths my votive sword I'll cover,
Like them of old whose one immortal blow
Struck off the galling fetters that hung over
Their own bright land, and laid her tyrant low.
Yes, loved Harmodius, thou'rt undying;
Still midst the brave and free,
In isles, o'er ocean lying,
Thy home shall ever be.

In myrtle leaves my sword shall hide its lightning,
Like his, the youth, whose ever-glorious blade
Leapt forth like flame, the midnight banquet brightening;'
And in the dust a despot victim laid.
Blest youths; how bright in Freedom's story
Your wedded names shall be;
A tyrant's death your glory,
Your meed, a nation free!

Old 02-Apr-2013
Re: In Myrtle Wreaths. By Alcaeus.

very nice

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