by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852)

The harp that once through Tara's halls
Language: English 
Available translation(s): FRE
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,
No 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

Confirmed with Thomas Moore, A New Edition from the last London Edition, Boston: Lee and Shepard; New York: Lee, Shepard, & Dillingham, 1876.


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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , title 1: "La harpe qui autrefois dans les salles de Tara", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: Robert Grady

Text added to the website: 2004-06-12 00:00:00
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:02:07
Line count: 16
Word count: 98