 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, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no...  Irish Melodies and Sacred Songs - Сторінка 6автори: Thomas Moore - 1869 - 184 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1811 - 368 стор.
...Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days ; . • So glory's thrill is o'er ; And hearts that once beat high for praise,...bright, The harp of Tara swells; The chord alone, which breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus freedom now so seldom wakes The only throb she... | |
 | 1825 - 826 стор.
...assemblages of chiefs, called Tara, a council, or parliament. Tom Moore No more to diirft and laala bright. The harp of Tara swells. The chord alone that breaks at night, IU tale of ruiu lulls. This derivation of the halls of Tara will, no doubt, amaze its little minstrel... | |
 | John Gamble - 1819 - 748 стор.
...passed away, and left not a trace behind. " No more to chiefs and ladies 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 is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 стор.
...on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled:— So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er; And hearts, that once beat high for praise,...Is when some heart indignant breaks, FLY NOT YET. AIR—Planxty Kelly. FLY not yet, 'tis just the hour, When pleasure, like the midnight flower, That... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 стор.
...on TARA'S walls As if that soul were fled. — So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once 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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 стор.
...former days, So glory's thrill is o'er ; And hearts, that once beat high for praise, No more to chieC* and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells ; The chord,...throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks, To shew that slill she lives ! FLY NOT YET. Am — Plainly Kelly. FLY not yet, 'tis jus.t the hour,... | |
 | John Watson DALBY - 1822 - 202 стор.
...soldiers cannot fail ! OCCASIONED BY THE DASTARDLY SUBMISSION OP THE NEAPOLITANS TO THE AUSTRIAN ARMY. " Thus freedom now so seldom wakes — The only throb she gives, Is when some heart indignant breaks To shew that still she lives." Moore. AND have ye then fallen away, From your promise of deeds of daring... | |
 | John Badcock - 1823 - 222 стор.
...B'ru, had their assemblages of chiefs, called Tarawa, council,, or parliament. Tom Moore sings — No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara...alone that breaks at night Its tale of ruin tells. Tools — house-breaking implements, or otherwise. * Too much — of one thiag is good for nothing,'... | |
 | Hugh Clarke - 1823 - 88 стор.
...Author of " The Hours of Contentment," " The Stranger's Child," &c, **************************** " Then, Freedom now so seldom wakes ; The only throb she gives, Is when some heart indignant breaks, To shew that still she lives." MOORE, DUBLIN : PRINTED BY A- O'NEIL, IT, CHANCERY-LANE, AN» BY SHERWOOD,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 стор.
...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, And hearts that once 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... | |
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