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" THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed. Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. — So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that... "
The Ant, publ. during 1826 and 1827 - Страница 7
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Sketches of the Highlands of Cavan, and of Shirley Castle, in Farney, Taken ...

R. McCullam - 1856 - 324 страници
...front of the castle, and along the side of this noble hall, without thinking of the Irish harp — " The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed." The corridor, that serves as a sort of vestibule to the hall, is entered on the South-east end by two...

Lyrics, Love, Freedom, & Manly Independence

Hugh Buchanan Macphail - 1856 - 184 страници
...into the very soul of the poet, under the inspiration of composition. But what of Mr. Milne now? Is " The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed," hung up as lumber, or the temple of Fame deserted by him for that of Mammon? I do not wish to say anything...

A woman's story, Том 3; Том 558

Anna Maria Hall - 1857 - 332 страници
...the tube-rose— swelling as the down on a swan's breast:— " So sleeps the pride of former years, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more !" I only wish—the wish if I yielded to it would almost take the form of prayer—that it might be...

The United States Democratic Review, Том 8; Том 40

1857 - 598 страници
...an uncle, with his large estate of Derrynane. The building is a sort of paluce, or ruther was, for "The harp that once through Tara's halls, The soul of music shed ; Now hnT•B9 as mute on Tare's walls, As if that sonl were fled." The surrounding gentry, to whom he was...

Cantus Hibernici, Lat. redditi à N.L. Torre, Страница 47, Том 2

Thomas Moore - 1858 - 136 страници
...secundus, Qui potuit pro te sic voluitque mori. WMG XXI. THE HARP OF TARA. The harp that once thro' Taras halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on...beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more. XX. THE HARP, THAT ONCE THRO' TARA*S HALLS. Taricis quondam lyra quee profudit Atriis animam Camense,...

A selection of Irish melodies, songs, and poems

Thomas Moore - 1859 - 174 страници
...in heaven's sight One arch of peace ! THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH IARA'S HALLS. Air—" Gramachree." THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of...beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more ! No more the chiefs and ladies bright, The harp of Tara swells ; The chord, alone, that breaks at...

Poetical works, with a life of the author (abridged from W. Howitt).

Thomas Moore - 1859 - 606 страници
...that Heaven can give Is the pride of thus dying for thee. THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS. THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of...beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells : The chord alone, that breaks at night,...

Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, Том 46

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1859 - 636 страници
...be glad if he does his home no discredit, and can now and then send his sisters a ten-pound note: " So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill...beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more !" But though these excitements be gone, there still remains to the middle-aged man the calm pleasure...

Irish melodies, songs, and poems

Thomas Moore - 1859 - 212 страници
...heaven's sight One arch of peace ! THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH IAEA'S HALLS. Air — " Gramaehree." THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of...hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were nod. So sleeps the pride of former days, So -glory's thrill is o'er: And hearts that once beat high...

The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with life

Thomas Moore - 1866 - 580 страници
...that Heaven can give Is the pride of thus dying for thee ! THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS. THE harp that once through Tara's halls, The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walla As if that soul were fled. — So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er,...




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