I scorn thy power, And all thy rage is vain. Oh welcome, death ! No longer arm'd with terrors, thus I court thee. Dramatic and Narrative Poems - Seite 155 von John Joshua Proby Earl of Carysfort - 1810 Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
...mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plung'd to endless night. and the last lines of Guendolen: "Now, Guendolen," she cried, "I scorn thy power, And...cliff Headlong she plung'd into the rolling flood. The reviewer in the European Magazine, stigmatized the anonymous poem as "evidently . . . the adventurous...