Female Gothic
“... Tell it, I pray thee.
And let me cow’ring stand, and be my touch
The valley’s ice: there is a pleasure in it.
Yea, when the cold blood shoots through every vein; When every pore upon my shrunken skin
A knotted knoll becomes, and to mine ears Strange inward sounds awake, and to mine eyes Rush stranger tears, there is a joy in fear.” ~ Joanna Baillie
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