 | Annie Bullen - 2009 - 108 páginas
...Constance, whose son has disappeared, poignantly say: 'Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on...gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his fom He arrived in London and, by the age of 27, had tasted success as an actor and writer, with several... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2004 - 514 páginas
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 | Margaret Brownley - 2004 - 322 páginas
...Constance, in Shakespeare's Hamlet, use grief to fill the void: Grief fills the room up of my absent child, lies in his bed, walks up and down with me: puts on his pretty loohs, repeats his words. Remembers me of all his gracious parts, stuffs out his vacant garments with... | |
 | Mark Van Doren - 2005 - 340 páginas
...offered her the text for her final poem. Grief is her child. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on...parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief? . . . O Lord! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son! My life, my... | |
 | Mark Van Doren - 2005 - 340 páginas
...offered her the text for her final poem. Grief is her child. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on...parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief? . . . O Lord! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son! My life, my... | |
 | Sister Miriam Joseph - 2005 - 423 páginas
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 | Anna Murphy Jameson - 2005 - 472 páginas
...become persons: grief haunts her as a living presence: Grief fills the room up of my absent child; Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me; Puts on...parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then have I reason to be fond of grief. And death is welcomed as a bridegroom; she sees the visionary... | |
 | Claus Uhlig - 2005 - 204 páginas
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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... 
