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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... "
The Works of Thomas Moore, Esq - Page 100
by Thomas Moore - 1825 - 6 pages
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The Quarterly journal of prophecy, Volume 13

1861
...greatness, are but tinsel ; real glory in God or man is, to be good. The tinsel shall soon fade. " So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill...is o'er; And hearts that once beat high for praise, Shall feel that pulse no more." God's glory fadeth not ; and that of His people (for they are like...
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The Progress of Nations; Or the Principles of National Development in Their ...

Civilization - 1861 - 662 pages
...as long to maintain any high standard of excellence : the spirit of exact literary taste has fled, " And hearts that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more." After that writing becomes a trade. Xow, I anticipate that this explanation of literary inducement...
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The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with illustr. by K. Halswelle

Thomas Moore - 1863
...THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALL& THE harp that onee through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were...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, ! ts tale...
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Playtime with the poets: a selection of the best English poetry for the use ...

Playtime - 1863
...through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul had fled ; So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's...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, Its tale...
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The History of Ireland, from the Earliest Records to the Present Time: for ...

Townsend Young - Ireland - 1863 - 312 pages
...no means inappropriate : — " 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...days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once heat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more." The Nobility, the Druids, and the People assembled...
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My summer holiday; being a tourist's jottings about Tenby

My summer holiday - 1863
...once thro' Tara's hulls, The soul of music shed. Now silent hangs on Tara's walls As if that Ťoul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days. So...hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pride no more." The only attendant who remained faithful to his lord was an old Welsh harper, and he...
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The British Poets, Volume 4

1865
...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 soul were...beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more. The chord alone, that breaks at night. Its tale of ruin tells. Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, The...
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Familiar Quotations: Being an Attempt to Trace to Their Source Passages and ...

John Bartlett - Quotations - 1865 - 480 pages
...is this. ibid. 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. The Harp that Once. Fly not yet, 't is just the hour When pleasure like the midnight flower, That scorns...
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Festival of Song: A Series of Evenings with the Poets

Frederick Saunders - American poetry - 1866 - 376 pages
...through Tara's halls the soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls as if that soul had fled. So sleeps the pride of former days — so glory's...beat high for praise, now feel that pulse no more. * * * The following lyrics possess great beauty : — Let Fate do her worst, there are relics of joy,...
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The Recreations of a Country Parson

Andrew Kennedy Hutchison Boyd - Clergy - 1866 - 418 pages
...glad if he does his home no discredit, and can now and then send his sisters a ten-pound note : — So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill...beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more ! But though these excitements be gone, there still remains to the middle-aged man the calm pleasure...
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