 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 498 páginas
...child. Const. G rief fills the room up of my absent chitd, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers...his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief. Pare you well : had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do. — I will not keep... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1849 - 582 páginas
...— " Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puta on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers...loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do, * • ss О Lord ! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son ! My life, my joy, my food, my all the world ! My... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1849 - 574 páginas
...bereavement : — " 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...to be fond of grief. Fare you well : had you such a lose as 1, I could give better comfort than you do, * s * « O Lord ! my boy, my Arthur, my fair »on... | |
 | 1849 - 602 páginas
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 | Frederick Charles Cook - 1849 - 144 páginas
...child. . Const. 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...his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief. u. Arthur. Good morning, Hubert. Hubert. Good morrow, little Prince. A. As little Prince (having so... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 590 páginas
...child. Cotist. 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...not keep this form upon my head, [Tearing off her head-dress. When there is such disorder in my wit. O Lord, my boy, my Arthur, my fair son! My life,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 606 páginas
...lines!— "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...his form: Then have I reason to be fond of grief." Shakspeare has judiciously preserved the character of the Bastard Faulconbridge, which was furnished... | |
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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... 
