...exhibition, " the Esteddfodd," as it was called, where princes and poets entered the lists ; but now " No more to chiefs and ladies bright, The harp of Tara swells" Soon after our entrance into Wales, we passed an immense new alms-house, built on so large a scale,...

...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...she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks, To shew that still she lives." " La harpe qui, naguere, a flots melodieux, Au palais de Tara répandit...

...he lost at Annan ; and the snzrender ef his rights at Koxburgh completed the humiliating scene : " So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise, Now feel that charm no more." — MOORE. disaster to divine vengeance, as a mark of displeasure for some sacrilege...

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...through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls An if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill...swells ; The chord alone, that breaks at night, Its talc of ruin tells. Thus freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives, Is when some heart...

...TATA'S hill Was stuck on Daniel's head, Now hangs as dull At'Dart-ynane, As if its Dan were-dead ! So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And heart's that once sung out " Rcpale ! " Now sing " Repale" no more! No more that cap can raise delight...

...through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Xow hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill...Tara swells ; The chord alone, that breaks at night, Thus freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives, Is when some heart indignant breaks, To...

...Т ABA'S halls The soul of music shed, Now hange an mute on TAEA'S walls Ai if that «nil were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill...high for praise. Now feel that pulse no more. No more the chiefs and Indies bright The harp of TARA swells ; The chord alone, that breaks nt night, Its tale...

...TAXA'* halls The soul of music shed, Now bang« at mut« ou ТАЖА'В walls As if that soul were tied. So sleeps the pride of former days. So glory's thrill is o'er. And heart* that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more. N.. mon the chief« and ladies...

...exhibition, " the Esteddfodd," as it was called, where princes and poets entered the lists; but now " No more to chiefs and ladies bright, The harp of Tara swells." Soon after our entrance into Wales, we passed an immense new alms-house, built on so large a scale,...