...have on hand, of Moore's verses. \Vho has no.t heard Moore's melody on " 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." It is well known to historians that, for centuries, Ireland was the university for all Europe. There...

...canst breathe her soul so well. (. MOORE — On Music. The harp that once through Tara's halls The sonl of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. «. MOORE — The Harp That Once. The Father spake! In grand reverberations Through space rolled on...

...Paint the hollow murmur rings O'er meadow, lake, and stream.— Longfellow. 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.— Moore. Nature is a m«teble cloud, which is always and never the same. She casts the same thought into...

...Faint the hollow murmur rings O'er meadow, lake, and stream.— Longfellow. The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walla As if that soul were fled.— Moore. Jfatwre is a mtrfable cloud, which is always and never the...

...(although upon another subject) involuntary force themselves upon the mind: "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." There to the left, beyond the creek, is a nest of buildings all— modern — in the midst of which...

...hear them, — Ding, dong, bell. THE HARP 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 spul were tied. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er ; And hearts that once...

...glories they cover! — Thomas Mom. The Harp that Once Through Tarn's Hall. THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara'K walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er,...

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...time the sky was blank, another soon arose to take his place, and tell of "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. " Tom Moore came at a time when the whole atmosphere of Ireland was impregnated with music, and he...

...fade, ere you can die, "*" S• My dark Kosaleen. ~TH ROUGH 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 had fled. Solkeps the pride of former days, gi glory's thrill is o'er ; Audi tiearts that once beat...