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... Elements of Criticism - 496 psl.autoriai: Lord Henry Home Kames - 1765Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Laurie E. Maguire - 2006 - 246 psl.
...pain, but it can also console. As Constance explains in King John: Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,...me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief? (3.4.93-98) At this stage in her play,... | |
 | Florence Nightingale, Lynn McDonald - 2003 - 894 psl.
...72 Letter to Fred Verney 28 February 1896, ADD Mss 68888 f!66. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me...me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form. Nightingale said: " 'Grief fills the room up of my absent' master. I cannot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2011 - 356 psl.
...You are as fond of grief as of your child. CONSTANCE Grief fills the room up of my absent child, 95 Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on...me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief? 100 Rare you well. Had you such a... | |
 | Judith Clarke - 2006 - 306 psl.
...frightening Year 12 English teacher declaiming, in her small chalky room at the top of the senior stairs. Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me / Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words . . . 'Poetry consoles,' she'd told them and she'd been wrong, because the lines slid through him like... | |
 | David Sheff - 2008 - 350 psl.
...crisis. From the Shakespeare by the bed, I read: 272 beautiful boy Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,...me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then have I reason to be fond of grief. I rage against his struggle and pain... | |
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