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“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 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 ... Poet: Thomas Moore	“As by the shore at break of day” As by the shore, at break of day, A vanquished chief expiring lay, Upon the sands, with broken sword, He traced his farewell to the free; And there the last unfinished word He dying wrote, was “Liberty!” At night a sea-bird shrieked the knell... Poet: Thomas Moore	Linda to Hafed From “The Fire-Worshippers” “HOW sweetly,” said the trembling maid, Of her own gentle voice afraid, So long had they in silence stood, Looking upon that moonlight flood,— “How sweetly does the moonbeam smile To-night upon yon leafy isle! Oft... Poet: Thomas Moore	“O, breathe not his name” Robert Emmet O, BREATHE not his name! let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonored his relics are laid; Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grave o’er his head. But the night-dew that falls, though in... Poet: Thomas Moore
Orator Puff Mr. Orator PUFF had two tones in his voice, The one squeaking thus, and the other down so; In each sentence he uttered he gave you your choice, For one half was B alt, and the rest G below. O! O! Orator Puff, One voice for an orator ’s surely... Poet: Thomas Moore	Nonsense GOOD reader, if you e’er have seen, When Phœbus hastens to his pillow, The mermaids with their tresses green Dancing upon the western billow; If you have seen at twilight dim, When the lone spirit’s vesper hymn Floats wild... Poet: Thomas Moore