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... A Dictionary of the English Language: In which the Words are Deduced from ... - Page 109 by Samuel Johnson - 1805 Full view -
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