THE COMPLAINT OF NINATHÓMA[39:1]
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THE COMPLAINT OF NINATHÓMA[39:1]
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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 Cathlóma 5 In the steps of my beauty I strayed; The warriors beheld Ninathóma, And they blesséd the white-bosom'd Maid! A Ghost! by my cavern it darted! In moon-beams the Spirit was drest— 10 For lovely appear the Departed When they visit the dreams of my rest! But disturb'd by the tempest's commotion Fleet the shadowy forms of delight— Ah cease, thou shrill blast of the Ocean! 15 To howl through my cavern by night.
1793.
FOOTNOTES:
LINENOTES:
Title] Effusion xxx. The Complaint, &c., 1796.
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halls] Hall Letter, 1793.
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white-bosom'd] dark-tressed Letter, 1793.
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By my friends, by my Lovers discarded, Like the flower of the Rock now I waste, That lifts her fair head unregarded, And scatters its leaves on the blast.
Letter, 1793.
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disturb'd] dispers'd Letter, 1793.