Besedila

Besedila

TARA’S HARP

The harp that once through Tara’s Hall the soul of music shed Now hangs as mute on Tara’s wall as if that soul were fled So sleeps the pride of former days

Besedila

WOLFE TONE

The first storm of winter blew high, blew high, Red leaves were scattering to a gloomy sky; Rain clouds were lowering o’er the plains of Kildare, When from

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