The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, 3 tomas |
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... 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 reafon to be fond of grief . Fare you well ; 9 ...
... 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 reafon to be fond of grief . Fare you well ; 9 ...
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The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr ..., 3 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1765 |
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