SWEET minstrel! from thy hermit's cell Rich strains of sacred truth are flowing, The haughty sceptic's pride to quell; Thy harp is tuned to numbers glowing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLOOD OF YEARS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 101 by ALFRED TENNYSON WALT WHITMAN'S CAUTION by WALT WHITMAN LADY OF CASTLENORE; A.D. 1700 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 8. THE EVICTION by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |