...systems, and that the attempt to improve is equally culpable as an act of delusion or of presumption. " So hearts that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no rrore." How shall Mirh a frequent vet lamentable termination of the maternal career be avoided ) To...

...listened to her singing our national Gramachree, we will not soon forget, as the words were repeated, " So sleeps the pride of former days. So glory's thrill Is o'er," how the bright tear stood in her long lashes, and spoke feelings for her country too beautiful for...

...TARA'S HALLS. AIR — Gramachree. THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shod, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were...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, Its tale...

...from the highest to the lowest. 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...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, Its tale...

...up this tale of sorrow : " 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 ! " Paganini died at Nice, on the 27th of last month, and in making such a memorandum, I may be pardoned...

...up this tale of sorrow : " 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 ! " Paganini died at Nice, on the 27th of last month, and in making such a memorandum, I may be pardoned...

...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 walls, As if that soul were...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, Its tale...

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...Moore touchingly sings : — "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." Unfortunately, however, not even a wall has been left on which a bard's harp or antiquarian's conjecture...

...attempted to translate them. " 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...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, Its tale...