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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 pulse... "
Literature, Art and Song: Moore's Melodies and American Poems - 41. oldal
szerző: Thomas Moore - 1872 - 495 oldal
Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről

Christina, the Maid of the South Seas: A Poem

Mary Russell Mitford - 1811 - 368 oldal
...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...bright, The harp of Tara swells; The chord alone, which breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus freedom now so seldom wakes The only throb she...

Blackwood's Magazine, 18. kötet

1825 - 826 oldal
...assemblages of chiefs, called Tara, a council, or parliament. Tom Moore No more to diirft and laala bright. The harp of Tara swells. The chord alone that breaks at night, IU tale of ruiu lulls. This derivation of the halls of Tara will, no doubt, amaze its little minstrel...

Views of society and manners in the north of Ireland, in a series of letters ...

John Gamble - 1819 - 748 oldal
...passed away, and left not a trace behind. " No more to chiefs and ladies bright, The harp of Tarra swells, The chord, alone that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. " So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for...

Melodies (Irish melodies, National melodies).

Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 oldal
...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...throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks, FLY NOT YET. AIR—Planxty Kelly. FLY not yet, 'tis just the hour, When pleasure, like the midnight...

Irish Melodies

Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 oldal
...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...beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more ! II. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of TARA swells ; The chord, alone, that breaks at...

Irish melodies, complete; to which are added National melodies

Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 oldal
...halls. The soul of music shed, , Now hangs as mute on Tara'? walls As if that soul were fled : — -, So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill...o'er ; And hearts, that once beat high for praise, No more to chieC* and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells ; The chord, alone, that breaks at night,...

Poems

John Watson DALBY - 1822 - 202 oldal
...soldiers cannot fail ! OCCASIONED BY THE DASTARDLY SUBMISSION OP THE NEAPOLITANS TO THE AUSTRIAN ARMY. " Thus freedom now so seldom wakes — The only throb...she gives, Is when some heart indignant breaks To shew that still she lives." Moore. AND have ye then fallen away, From your promise of deeds of daring...

The Works of Thomas Moore: Irish melodies. National airs

Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 oldal
...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...beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more ! II. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of TARA swells ; The chord alone, that breaks at...

The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies, ballads ..., 4. kötet

Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 oldal
...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...beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more ! n. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of TARA swells ; The chord alone, that breaks at...

Slang: A Dictionary of the Turf, the Ring, the Chase, the Pit, Or Bon-ton ...

John Badcock - 1823 - 222 oldal
...B'ru, had their assemblages of chiefs, called Tarawa, council,, or parliament. Tom Moore sings — No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara...alone that breaks at night Its tale of ruin tells. Tools — house-breaking implements, or otherwise. * Too much — of one thiag is good for nothing,'...




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