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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed.  Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Ireland: Vol. V.  1876–79.
 
Tara
The Harp That Once through Tara’s Halls
Thomas Moore (1779–1852)
 
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,        5
  So glory’s thrill is o’er,
And hearts, that once beat high for praise,
  Now feel that pulse no more.
 
No more to chiefs and ladies bright
  The harp of Tara swells;        10
The chord alone, that breaks at night,
  Its tale of ruin tells.
Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes,
  The only throb she gives
Is when some heart indignant breaks,        15
  To show that still she lives.
 
 
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