...male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born. — Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in...his form : Then have I reason to be fond of grief. " 3.— CONCENTRATIVENESS. Very Large — Great power of riveting the attention, tedious, verbose....

...ague's fit, And so he'll die ; and, rising so again, When I shall meet him in the court of heaven I shall not know him : therefore never, never Must I...than you do. — I will not keep this form upon my head7, When there is such disorder in my wit. O lord ! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son ! My life, my...

...of heaven I shall not know him : therefore never, never Must I behold my pretty Arthur more. Pond. You hold too heinous a respect of grief. Const. He...you do. — I will not keep this form upon my head ', When there is such disorder in my wit. O lord ! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son ! My life, my joy,...

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...your child. Const. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and dowrn with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,...than you do. — I will not keep this form upon my head7, When there is such disorder in my wit. O lord ! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son ! My life, my...

...beauties, as in the following passage : King P. You are as fond of grief as of your child. Lady C. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in...his form, Then have I reason to be fond of grief. If "this stricture on Shakspeare appear unmerited, I doubt if any one will be found who will defend...

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...more. Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of 'grief. Coral. lie talks to me that never had a son. A". } X Y h \ o p / 0 U> be fond of grief. Fare you well : had you such a loss as I, 1 could give better comfort than you...

...O'er all that edge of pain, the social powers, To this their proper action and their end ? Akensidc. GRIEF fills the room up of my absent child ; Lies...his form : Then have I reason to be fond of grief. Shakspeare. MERCY. No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword,...

...the most impassioned and vehement eloquence. How exquisitely beautiful are the following lines: — 'Grief fills the room up of my absent child ; Lies...his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.' Shakepeare has judiciously preserved the character of the Bastard Faulconbridge, which was furnished...