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... The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections and ... - Page 302 by William Shakespeare - 1821 Full view -
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