 | Anna Murphy Jameson - 2005 - 472 páginas
...living presence: 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. And death is welcomed as a bridegroom; she sees the visionary monster as Juliet saw "the bloody Tybalt... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2011 - 356 páginas
...CONSTANCE Grief fills the room up of my absent child, 95 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? 100 Rare you well. Had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do. ^She unbinds... | |
 | Laurie E. Maguire - 2006 - 246 páginas
...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...his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief? (3.4.93-98) At this stage in her play, however, she is, like Hamlet, in excessive grief, in continuous... | |
 | Katharine Goodland - 2006 - 276 páginas
...justification: "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?" (3.4.93-8). For Constance, her son and her grief are inseparable. Her grief nourishes her, for it is... | |
 | Marvin Minsky - 2007 - 400 páginas
...pleasing shapes: 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. — Shakespeare, in King John -5 Mental Correctors, Suppressors, and Censors "Don't pay any attention... | |
 | David Sheff - 2008 - 350 páginas
...beautiful boy 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. I rage against his struggle and pain and how his addiction has caused so much pain in our lives —... | |
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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... 
