 | Susannah York, William Shakespeare - 2001 - 124 pages
...pretty Arthur more. 'As fond of grief you say, 'as of my child' He talks to me that never had a son. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in...his form: Then have I reason to be fond of grief. O Lord! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son! My life, my joy, my food, my all the world! King John, Act... | |
 | 2001 - 838 pages
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 | Patricia L. Munhall - 2001 - 704 pages
...like that in the Mother's Day poem, which follows this one by Shakespeare: Grief fills up the room of my absent child Lies in his bed, walks up and down...parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form: Mother's Day On Sunday I was a mother for a little while. VJith one final push the baby was out. And... | |
 | Michael Hattaway - 2002 - 308 pages
...her to control herself with their inability to empathise: He talks to me that never had a son . . . Grief fills the room up of my absent child Lies in...his form. Then have I reason to be fond of grief? (3.4.91,93-8). Fittingly famous for its lyrical beauty, this speech steers the direction of the play.... | |
 | Wystan Hugh Auden - 2002 - 428 pages
...dignity, a Wealth, a bubble, A queen in jest, only to fit the scene. [Richard III, IV.iv.82-91] (23) Grief fills the room up of my absent child: Lies in...his form. Then have I reason to be fond of grief? [Kingjohn, III.iv.93-98] (24) This shoe is my father. No, this left shoe is my father. No, no this... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1989 - 1286 pages
...talks to me that never had a son. KING PHILIP. You aie as fond of grief as of your child. CONSTANCE. ANDRONICUS. Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do. — I will not keep... | |
 | Leslie O'Dell - 2002 - 442 pages
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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... 
