 | John Brown - 2006 - 64 pages
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 | Marvin Minsky - Science - 2007 - 400 pages
...Here Shakespeare shows how we embrace our griefs and squeeze them till they take on pleasing shapes: Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in...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... | |
 | Katharine Goodland - Literary Criticism - 2006 - 276 pages
...(3.4.92). Characteristically Constance inverts criticism of her behavior and turns it into a justification: "Grief fills the room up of my absent child / Lies...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... | |
 | Laurie E. Maguire - Self-Help - 2006 - 246 pages
...can also fill it; memory can cause pain, but it can also console. As Constance explains in King John: Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Drama - 2011 - 356 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Florence Nightingale, Lynn McDonald - Biography & Autobiography - 2003 - 894 pages
...1872, Woodward Biomedical Library A.36. 72 Letter to Fred Verney 28 February 1896, ADD Mss 68888 f!66. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in...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'... | |
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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... 
