“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

The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls, st. 1. <br class="br"> Irish Melodies http://www.musicanet.org/robokopp/moore.html (1807–1834)

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Irish poet, singer and songwriter 1779–1852

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