 | Patricia L. Munhall - 2001 - 704 pages
...Shakespeare: Grief fills up the room of my absent child Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers...parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form: Mother's Day On Sunday I was a mother for a little while. VJith one final push the baby was out. And... | |
 | Bob Smith - 2002 - 300 pages
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 | Carol Dommermuth-Costa - 2001 - 120 pages
...King John. 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. Fare you well. Had you such loss as I, I could give better comfort than... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1989 - 1286 pages
...CONSTANCE. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, race and rude will; And where the worser is predominant,...that plant. Enter ROMEO. ROMEO. Good morrow, fathe reason to be fond of grief. Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than... | |
 | Wystan Hugh Auden - 2002 - 428 pages
...IV.iv.82-91] (23) 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? [Kingjohn, III.iv.93-98] (24) This shoe is my father. No, this left shoe... | |
 | Leslie O'Dell - 2002 - 442 pages
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 | Michael Hattaway - 2002 - 308 pages
...a son . . . 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? (3.4.91,93-8). Fittingly famous for its lyrical beauty, this speech steers... | |
 | James W. Hall - 2010 - 390 pages
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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... 
