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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. | |||
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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DAY DREAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A THOUGHT SUGGESTED BY A VIEW, OF SADDLEBACK IN CUMBERLAND by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE AN INVOCATION; SONG, FR. REMORSE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE AN ODE TO THE RAIN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ANSWER TO A CHILD'S QUESTION by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE APOLOGIA PRO VITA SUA by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE COLOGNE; EPIGRAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE DEJECTION: AN ODE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE DUTY SURVIVING SELF-LOVE; THE ONLY SURE FRIEND OF DECLINING LIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE EPITAPH ON HIMSELF by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE FANCY IN NUBIBUS; OR, THE POET IN THE CLOUDS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |
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