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.
-- 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,
So glory's thrill is o'er;
And hearts that once beat high for praise
Now feel that pulse no more.
-- Thomas Moore (1779-1852)
-- The Harp that once through Tara's Halls
Related:
- Oh, to be back at Tara now that spring
is here... - Good afternoon, Tech Pacific, Tara speaking.
. --... - T is believ'd that this harp which I wake now for thee
Was a siren of old who sung under the sea.
Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Origin of the... - O love! O fire! once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips,
as sunlight drinketh dew. -- Alfred Tennyson (1809... - There's Loonies running freely through the
halls... - A very wise mute once
said ... - Once upon a time..
is now... - Grendel! [You forgot your hat!]
-- Doctor,
Androids of... - To write well is at once to think well, to feel rightly,
and to render properly! It is to have, at the same...
From the same category:
- Miss, n.: A title with which we brand unmarried women to indicate that they are
in the market.
Ambrose Bierce, "The Devil's... - It gets late early out there.
-
Yogi... - Close your eyes and press escape three
times... - Permissive legislation is the characteristic of a free people.
Benjamin... - When Arthur first in court began,
And was approved king.
Thomas Percy (1728-1811) -- Sir Launcelot du...
