Quote#God & Faith
The harp that once through Tara's halls
Quote byThomas Moore · 1779–1852
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Irish Melodies (1807–1834), The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls, st. 1..
English (original)
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
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