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" 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... "
Putnam's Monthly and the Reader - ˹éÒ 581
1907
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Irish Melodies

Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 ˹éÒ
...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, 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,...
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Melodies (Irish melodies, National melodies).

Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 ˹éÒ
...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 of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled:— So sleeps the pride of former days,...
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The Works of Thomas Moore: Irish melodies. National airs

Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 ˹éÒ
...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 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...
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The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies ..., àÅèÁ·Õè 4

Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 ˹éÒ
...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 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...
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The Works of Thomas Moore, Esq, àÅèÁ·Õè 3

Thomas Moore - 1825 - 310 ˹éÒ
...various tints unite, And form in heaven's sight, One arch of peace. THE HARP. AIR. — " QranMchree." THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, JSTow hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days,...
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Melodies, Songs, Sacred Songs, and National Airs

Thomas Moore - 1825 - 374 ˹éÒ
...give, Is the pride of thus dying for thee ! The harp that once through Tara's Halls. Mr— Gramachree. The harp that once, through Tara's halls, The soul of music shed, MOORE'S IRISH MELODIES. And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers, Is always the first to...
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Traditions of Edinburgh, àÅèÁ·Õè 1

Robert Chambers - 1825 - 330 ˹éÒ
...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 of music shed, " Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls " As if that soul were fled ; " So sleeps tie pride of former days,...
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Almack's: A Novel, àÅèÁ·Õè 1

Marianne Spencer Stanhope Hudson - 1826 - 414 ˹éÒ
...beautiful words of Moore's, in so plaintive a tone, that it quite touched Lionel's feelings : — " 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...
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The Phrenological Journal and Miscellany, àÅèÁ·Õè 4

1827 - 674 ˹éÒ
...for an instance, first, one of the most popular and best-known of this author's productions : — " 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...
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Almack's: A Novel ...

Marianne Spencer Stanhope Hudson, Charles White - 1827 - 630 ˹éÒ
...beautiful words of Moore's, in so plaintive a tone that it quite touched Lionel's feelings : — " The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed. Now hang* as mute on Tara's wall., As it that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So...
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