Artist/Band:
Thomas Moore
Lyrics for Song: The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls
Lyrics for Album: Thomas Moore's 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.--
So sleeps the pride of former days,
So glory's thrill is o'er,
Arid hearts, that once beat high for praise,
Now feel that pulse no more!
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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 seldom wakes,
The only throb she gives,
Is when some heart indignant breaks,
To shew that still she lives! |
