Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XIX

Tatiana looks with melting gaze at everything around her, and all to her seems priceless, 4 all quickens her languorous soul with a half-painful joyance: the desk with its extinguished lamp, a pile of books, and at the window 8 a carpet-covered bed, and from the window the prospect through the lunar gloom, and this pale half-light, and Lord Byron's porand a small column [trait, 12 with a cast-iron statuette with clouded brow under a hat, with arms crosswise compressed. 2 J ?