 | Quotations - 2001 - 838 pages
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 | Joss Bennathan - Drama - 2001 - 264 pages
...knows that, without her son, her own position, privilege and safety are threatened. King John CONSTANCE 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... | |
 | Susannah York, William Shakespeare - Drama - 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 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... | |
 | Patricia L. Munhall - Nursing - 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 with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his... | |
 | James W. Hall - Fiction - 2010 - 390 pages
...best readers and editors I could wish for. And Evelyn, for her unfailing love, support, and wisdom. 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... | |
 | Mitch Carmody - Family & Relationships - 2002 - 148 pages
...several of the poems that were written around the same time. All which reflect my pain and longing. 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... | |
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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... 
