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.
No more to chiefs and ladies bright
The harp of Tara swells:
The chord alone, that breaks at night,
Its tale of ruin tells.
Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes,
The only throb she gives,
Is when some heart indignant breaks,
To show that still she lives.
Thomas Moore (1779–1852)
You’re welcome..
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You are awesome! A wonderfull start to a Friday!
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I have included your blog in Interesting Blogs on Friday Fossicking at
http://thatmomentintime-crissouli.blogspot.com.au/2016/09/friday-fossicking-september-30-2016.html
Thank you, Chris
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So would I, Claudia, I’ve always loved the harp… there is definitely something ethereal about the sound.. no wonder angels are depicted playing them.
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Ohhhh…I should have thought of that! I’d love to hear one of these played.
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The title for this could be Harps and Soul… beautiful.
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Uh-huh. Me too! I heard someone play a harpsichord once – that’s similar to a harp. 🙂
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Their handwork is amazing. I’d love to hear someone play one.
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I know! They are all so gorgeous — I don’t know if I could even pick one!
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Makes me want to take harp lessons!
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My God! Those harps are not afraid of being the centre of attention! 😮
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