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 Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond...  Select plays [5 plays], with notes and an intr. to each play and a life of ... - Página 113 por William Shakespeare - 1848 Visualização integral -
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