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THE HARP THAT ONCE THRO' TARA'S HALLS.
.MOLLY MY TREASURE.) |
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2. 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. |
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H. 4868. |
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