 | Ron Hansen - 1996 - 264 pages
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 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 1290 pages
...CONSTANCE. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased; The which observed, pans, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then have I reason to be fond of grief. Fare you... | |
 | Robert Andrews - 1997 - 666 pages
...68,1.13. 9 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...out his vacant garments with his form; Then have I reason to be fond of grief. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, (1564-1616) British dramatist, poet. Constance, in... | |
 | Dewi Rees - 1997 - 276 pages
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 | Anne Puryear - 1997 - 308 pages
...CONSTANT COMPANION Grief fills the room with my absent child, h'es 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 garment with his form. — SHAKESPEARE, King John On hearing of the death of his son, King David wept... | |
 | Judith Viorst - 2010 - 452 pages
...explanation: 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...out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief. Another version of chronic grief is the so-called "mummification" of the... | |
 | Anil Biswas - 1998 - 142 pages
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 | Laurie Rozakis - 1999 - 406 pages
...this event: 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...out his vacant garments with his form. Then have I reason to be fond of grief. The same year, the College of Heralds finally granted John Shakespeare... | |
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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 I reason to be fond of... 
