Unworthy of the Harp

Thomas Moore’s “Dear Harp of My Country” is depicting the pride of its Country through its harp while also speaking on the ways Ireland have been wronged. The speaker is expressing the way the harp has helped the Irish, “in darkness I found thee,… When proudly, my own Island Harp, I unbound thee,/ And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song! ” the harp being completely idolized. The Irish were seen by others as barbaric but with an amazing polished instrument the harp. The harp has  been seen as the only good thing the Irish have to offer and in ways the instrument was taken from them. In this poem the speaker is depicting his anger and sadness towards this robbery. The speaker who has an intimate relationship with his instrument almost seems as if he is personally warning the Harp of what is to come. The speaker proclaims that the Harp belongs to the Irish by making the poems title “Dear Harp of My Country”, for this reason he refuses to let it be stolen. The speaker is telling the harp to hide and wait in the third stanza,

“Dear Harp of my Country! farewell to thy numbers,

This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine!

Go, sleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers.

Till touch’d by some hand less unworthy than mine;”.

This stanza is depicting the close relationship the speaker shows with its harp through its intimate language. Also, showing the speakers sadness anger for the glamorization of the harp. The speaker knows that the Harp is being glamorized and is being taken away fro this reason he is sad. However, the interesting part of this stanza that stood out to me was the speakers anger at the harp. The speaker is stating the happiness the harp will have in its “Fame” expressing his anger warning the harp that no one will be worthy like the speaker.

-Alondra Morales Aguilar

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