...poet, I cannot resist the temptation of inserting this beautiful song. " The harp, that once thro" Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as...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, which breaks at night,...

...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...

...blessing that heaven can give Is the pride of thus dying for thee ! THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS. I. THE harp that once, through TARA'S halls,...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...

...give Is the pride of thus dying for thee! THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TORA'S HALLS. Ai B—Gramachree. THE harp that once through Tara's halls, The soul...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,...

...pride of thus dying for thee ! THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH 'IAEA'S HALLS. A i R — Gramachree. 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 of former days, So glory's thrill...

...Is the pride of thus dying for thee ! THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS. AIR. — Gramachree. I. THE harp that once through TARA'S halls The soul...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...

...Is the pride of thus dying for thee ! THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS. Am. — Gramachree. I. THE harp that once through TARA'S halls The soul...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...

...The Harp of Tara. BY THOMAS MOORE. TUNB — " Gramachree."" The harp that once through Tara's hall's The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's...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 breathes at night,...

...nearly the same description. " No more to chiefs and ladies bright, " The harp of Tara swells. ***** " The harp that once through Tara's halls " The soul...Tara's walls " As if that soul were fled ; " So sleeps tie pride of former days, " So glory's thrill is o'er, " And hearts that once beat high for praise...

...aula regia,) caroused his retainers after hunting, and heard music. The harp that once through Tarn's halls The soul of music shed. Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul had fled. Here, of course, the horn was heard in every variety of modulation, with its' ton, ton, ton,...