The harp that once through Tara's hallsThe soul of music shed,Now hangs as mute on Tara's wallsAs 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 praiseNow feel that pulse no more.

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Thomas Moore was a 18th-century Irish poet, singer and songwriter. Thomas Moore was an Irish writer, poet, and lyricist, widely regarded in his lifetime as Ireland's "national bard". The acclaim rested primarily on the popularity of his Irish Melodies. Read more on Wikipedia →

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