Barnabækur
Belinda, with a modest self-possession quite her own, promptly answered for this Spectre in a low, clear voice:
The lights extinguished; by the hearth I leant,
Half weary with a listless discontent.
The flickering giant shadows, gathering near.
Closed round me with a dim and silent fear;
All dull, all dark; save when the leaping flame,
Glancing, lit up The Picture's ancient frame.
© 2018 JA (Rafbók): 9782291057086
Útgáfudagur
Rafbók: 12 december 2018
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Barnabækur
Belinda, with a modest self-possession quite her own, promptly answered for this Spectre in a low, clear voice:
The lights extinguished; by the hearth I leant,
Half weary with a listless discontent.
The flickering giant shadows, gathering near.
Closed round me with a dim and silent fear;
All dull, all dark; save when the leaping flame,
Glancing, lit up The Picture's ancient frame.
© 2018 JA (Rafbók): 9782291057086
Útgáfudagur
Rafbók: 12 december 2018
Merki
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