...A grasp more harsh from glove of Peel Than from Strongbowian hand of steel. —=+•*•!••— The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of...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,...

...that the crowd of the uninvited might have wherewith to make merry. The sounds of revelry ceased : " The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of...as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled." A day or two after the wedding, the trunk of Mrs. P., late Eose W., was opened, and there were found,...

...that Heaven can give Is the pride of thus dying for thee. THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS. THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of...music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As itjljat soul were. fled. — So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, • And...

...raiment. "What Tom. Moore said of the harp will never be said of the violin:— " The harp that once in Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were dead." The violin wiD never cease its vibrations till misery ceases from off the earth; as long as...

...flew in. Bl. — The bird hadyfouJW. I. — Those fervid raptures are for e\erjtown. Wordsworth. — Hearts that once beat high for praise, now feel that pulse no more. Mr. — The French were beaten in 1758 at Crevelt. M. — Heaven from all creatures hides the book...

...into the very soul of the poet, under the inspiration of composition. But what of Mr. Milne now? Is " The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed," hung up as lumber, or the temple of Fame deserted by him for that of Mammon? I do not wish to say anything...

...front of the castle, and along the side of this noble hall, without thinking of the Irish harp — " The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed." The corridor, that serves as a sort of vestibule to the hall, is entered on the South-east end by two...

...the tube-rose— swelling as the down on a swan's breast:— " So sleeps the pride of former years, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more !" I only wish—the wish if I yielded to it would almost take the form of prayer—that it might be...

...an uncle, with his large estate of Derrynane. The building is a sort of paluce, or ruther was, for "The harp that once through Tara's halls, The soul of music shed ; Now hnT•B9 as mute on Tare's walls, As if that sonl were fled." The surrounding gentry, to whom he was...

...secundus, Qui potuit pro te sic voluitque mori. WMG XXI. THE HARP OF TARA. The harp that once thro' Taras halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on...beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more. XX. THE HARP, THAT ONCE THRO' TARA*S HALLS. Taricis quondam lyra quee profudit Atriis animam Camense,...