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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 ...
... 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 ...
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action admirable affection answer appear beauty better blood break breath character circumstances Claudio comes common critic death doth doubt equal eyes fall Falstaff fear feeling force friends genius give grace hand hast hath hear heart Henry Hero honour human imagination interest keep kind king lady Lear leaves less lines live look lord Macbeth manner marked means mind nature never night object observations once Othello passages passion Perdita perhaps person picture piece play poet poetry present prince reason respect rich Richard scene seems sense Shake Shakespear shew sleep soul speak speech spirit stage stand story striking sweet tell tenderness thee thing thou thou art thought tion tongue true truth turn whole wife wild youth
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