...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...

...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 Tara's...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,...

...halls 23 So sleeps the pridu of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that onee heat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more. No more to ehiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tnra swells ; The ehord alone, that hreaks at night. Its tale...

...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...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...

...THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH IARA'S HALLS. Air—" Gramachree." THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's...for praise, Now feel that pulse no more ! No more the chiefs and ladies bright, The harp of Tara swells ; The chord, alone, that breaks at night, Its...

...be glad if he does his home no discredit, and can now and then send his sisters a ten-pound note: " So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill...beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more !" But though these excitements be gone, there still remains to the middle-aged man the calm pleasure...

...HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH IAEA'S HALLS. Air — " Gramaehree." 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 nod. So sleeps the pride of former days, So -glory's thrill is o'er: And hearts that once beat high...

...appeared not so much sobered as saddened, it way a cheerless sight. " The harp that once in Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that sonl was fled." CONTENTS. PAGE LALLA ROOKH, ....... 3 The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan, ... 7 Paradise...

...Ta - ra's walls As if that soul veré fled: — So sleeps the pride of form - er days, So glo - ry's thrill is o'er ; And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now i1^*^*^ i**^<»»fc. -TÍ — feel that pulse no more! THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TAEA'S HALLS. ipiii...

...that soul had fled, So sleeps the pride of for-mer days, So г* glo- ry's thrill is o'er, And hcnrU that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more. 3 No more to chiefs and ladies bright, The harp of Tara swells ; The chord alone that breaks at night...