The Ghost in the Picture Room E-Book

Adelaide Anne Procter

• Herausgeber: JA
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Seitenzahl: 14

Beschreibung

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.

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The Ghost in the Picture Room

Adelaide Anne Procter

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Contents

The Ghost in the Picture Room

The Ghost in the Picture Room

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.

Above the hearth it hung. Perhaps the night,

My foolish tremors, or the gleaming light,

Lent Power to that Portrait dark and quaint —

A Portrait such as Rembrandt loved to paint —

The likeness of a Nun. I seemed to trace

A world of sorrow in the patient face,

In the thin hands folded across her breast —

Its own and the room’s shadow hid the rest.

I gazed and dreamed, and the dull embers stirred,

Till an old legend that I once had heard

Came back to me; linked to the mystic gloom

Of the dark Picture in the ghostly room.

In the far South, where clustering vines are hung;

Where first the old chivalric lays were sung;

Where earliest smiled that gracious child of France,

Angel and Knight and Fairy, called Romance,

I stood one day. The warm blue June was spread

Upon the earth; blue summer overhead,

Without a cloud to fleck its radiant glare,