Build a new Property

< Previous Residence

The Inver Colpa Dun of Odin Knudsson

Next Residence >

The Empty Halls of Tara

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.
-----Sir Thomas Moore

All content from this board can now be found at Dunn Seannachaidh

The Articles of The Empty Halls of Tara:

---

Write an article for The Empty Halls of Tara...