 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1811 - 368 oldal
..." The harp, that once thro" 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..." No more to chiefs and ladies bright, The harp of Tara swells; The chord alone, which breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus freedom now so seldom... | |
 | John Gamble - 1819 - 442 oldal
...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...beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more!" Almost the first blood spilt in the late unibrtunate rebellion, was shed on this green hill. A body... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 oldal
...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...more! No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells; The chord, alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells:— Thus Freedom now so... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 oldal
...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...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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 oldal
...IHE harp that once through Tara's halls. The soul of music shed, , Now hangs as mute on Tara'? walls As if that soul were fled : — -, So sleeps the pride...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,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 oldal
...I. 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...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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 oldal
...I. 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...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... | |
 | Thomas O'Connor - 1824 - 180 oldal
...The harp that once through Tara's hall's The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of...\ No more to chiefs and ladies bright, The harp of Tara swells The chord alone that breathes at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Then freedom now so seldom... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 310 oldal
...THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, JSTow hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of...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 night.. Its... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1825 - 330 oldal
...soul of music shed, " Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls " As if that soul were fled ; " So sleeps tie pride of former days, " So glory's thrill is o'er,...hearts that once beat high for praise " Now feel that pnlse no more." There was once a window-shutter in this house, of-a peculiarly curious description.... | |
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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... 
