Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)

From “Irish Melodies”. 6. The Harp 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 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.

          No more to chiefs and ladies bright
                The harp of Tara swells;
          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,
                To show that still she lives.

1. From “Irish Melodies”. 47. What the Bee Is to the Floweret
2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 16
3. From “Irish Melodies”. 3. Erin! The Tear and the Smile in Thine Eyes
4. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 32
5. From “Irish Melodies”. 123. From This Hour the Pledge Is Given

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