by
Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852)
The harp that once through Tara's halls
Language: English
The harp that once through Tara's [halls]1
The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute on Tara's [walls]2,
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.
V. Herbert sets stanza 1
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Confirmed with Thomas Moore, A New Edition from the last London Edition, Boston: Lee and Shepard; New York: Lee, Shepard, & Dillingham, 1876.
1 Stöhr: "hall"
2 Stöhr: "wall"
Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Victor Herbert (1859 - 1924), "The harp that once through Tara's halls", first performed 1908, stanza 1 [ voice and piano ], from The Bards of Ireland, no. 6 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by John Andrew Stevenson (1761 - 1833), "The harp that once through Tara's halls" [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Richard Stöhr (1874 - 1967), "The Harp that once through Tara’s Halls", op. 104a (Ten Songs) no. 9 (1944), published 2015 [ voice and piano ], unpublished; manuscript at Saint Michael's College Archives and available in scanned form at the Petrucci Music Library [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "La harpe qui autrefois dans les salles de Tara", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2004-06-12
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Word count: 101
La harpe qui autrefois dans les salles de Tara
Language: French (Français) after the English
La harpe qui autrefois dans les salles de Tara
Distillait l'âme de la musique,
Est maintenant suspendue muette sur les murs de Tara,
Comme si cette âme s'était enfuie.
Ainsi dort la fierté des jours anciens,
Ainsi l'émotion de la gloire a passé,
Et les battements de cœurs nés des louanges,
Plus personne aujourd'hui ne les ressent.
Il n'y a plus ni chefs ni brillantes dames
Que la harpe de Tara puisse soulever ;
Seule la corde qui résonne la nuit
Dit le récit d'une ruine.
Ainsi la Liberté ne s'éveille maintenant que rarement,
Le seul battement qu'elle donne,
C'est lorsqu'un cœur indigné se brise,
Pour montrer qu'elle vit encore.
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This text was added to the website: 2014-04-18
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Word count: 109