Erin, by Thomas Moore

Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skies, Shining through sorrow’s stream, Saddening through pleasure’s beam, Thy suns with doubtful gleam, Weep while they rise. Erin, thy silent tear never shall cease, Erin, thy languid smile ne’er shall increase, Till, like the rainbow’s light, Thy […]

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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 […]

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Ireland, a love story

“You will be back in 3 months time” my dad said. “Ireland is a third world country.” He was a truck driver in the 1980s you see, delivering goods to Ireland when the country was in recession. Understandably my dad thought that as a Belgian girl, I would miss certain things that come for granted […]

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