 | Kate Pogue - 2006 - 248 דפים
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 | Florence Nightingale, Lynn McDonald - 2003 - 894 דפים
...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 Puts on...parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form. Nightingale said: " 'Grief fills the room up of my absent' master. I cannot say it 'walks up and down'... | |
 | Laurie E. Maguire - 2006 - 246 דפים
...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, Puts on...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, however, she is, like... | |
 | Charles Bell - 2006 - 254 דפים
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 | Icon Reference - 2006 - 144 דפים
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 | ICON Reference - 2006 - 140 דפים
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 | William Shakespeare - 2011 - 356 דפים
...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...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 loss as I, I could give... | |
 | Kate Pogue - 2006 - 216 דפים
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 | Katharine Goodland - 2006 - 276 דפים
...criticism of her behavior and turns it into a justification: "Grief fills the room up of my absent child / Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, / Puts...parts, / Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form. / then have I reason to be fond of grief?" (3.4.93-8). For Constance, her son and her grief are inseparable.... | |
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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... 
