...5. A persuader. K 2 CLXIV. " 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 : " No more to chiefs and ladies bright, The harp of Tara swells ; The chord, alone, that breaks at...

...Melodies with the lines — ' 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.' 32. Who was St Patrick ? — He was a monk (said by some to Tbe of Scottish birth) deputed from Rome...

...by, and allows them to be hid.' 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. The Tia/rp, &c. Turn by 'the lyre which, touched lately, sounded, &c.' — Soul of music. Turn by '...

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...turned out for grazing pastures. "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." Tara was the ancient capital of Ireland. Dublin, the metropolis and former capital city of Ireland,...

...Never, oh never. HAEP OF TAEA. 1. 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. 2. So sleeps the pride of former days ; So glory's thrill is o'er ; And hearts, that once beat high...

...Tara's walls, As if that soul w T ere fled.— So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's chill is o'er ; And hearts, that once 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, Its...

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...is this. ibid. IRISH MELODIES. 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. The Harp that Oace. Fly not yet, 't is just the hour When pleasure like the midnight flower, That scorns...

...Moore sings of "Tara's Hall" : " 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." On we sped pass Dangan castle the birth place of the hero of Waterloo (the late Duke of Wellington)...