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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE COMPLAINT OF NINATHOMA, FROM THE SAME, by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: How long will ye round me be swelling
Last Line: To howl through my cavern by night.
First Line: How long will ye round me be swelling
Last Line: To howl through my cavern by night.
How long will ye round me be swelling,
O ye blue-tumbling waves of the sea?
Not always in caves was my dwelling,
Nor beneath the cold blast of the tree.
Through the high-sounding halls of Cathloma
In the steps of my beauty I strayed;
The warriors beheld Ninathoma,
And they blessed the white-bosomed Maid!
A Ghost! by my cavern it darted!
In moon-beams the Spirit was drest --
For lovely appear the departed
When they visit the dreams of my rest!
But disturbed by the tempest's commotion
Fleet the shadowy forms of delight --
Ah cease, thou shrill blast of the Ocean!
To howl through my cavern by night.
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