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 of...
The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With Explanatory Notes. To which ... - Página 403
por William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807
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