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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=516083" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Tragedy Of Hamlet, Prince Of Denmark!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I write with sorrow -real and stark-<br>'The Tragedy Of Hamlet Prince Of Denmark' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like Othello, The Tempest and king Lear<br>It's a marvel by the pen of Shakespeare</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who paints the perils of his life...<br>Stretched by caution, crushed by strife</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He cries for the matters of the Prince<br>Laden with sorrows, full of sufferings</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Caused by the death of Hamlet, the king<br>Whose love was the song he used to sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His mother, the queen named Gertrude<br>Was frail n fickle but not so rude...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again she married Claudius, the rake, <br>Her brother-in-law for passions sake; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Began new life with joys and rest<br>Which was for all a damned incest...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Black robe clad young Hamlet alone<br>Was tense for the honor of Danish throne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His mourning thoughts eclipsed his looks<br>Fondness for books n sports forsook...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Being in grief he lost his mirth-<br>Lost the pleasures touching his worth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A horrid rumour reached his ears, <br>shook his mind, enhanced his fears </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Based on a report of three sentinels<br>That a ghost appeared from flames of hell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Resembling the warring late Monarch <br>Who fought Fortinbras, an enemy of Denmark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No sooner he heard about this wonder<br>decided to watch it despite the thunder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With guards he reached the post n then<br>The clock struck one and shocked the men</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ghost then appeared, beckoned the son<br>Who trod ahead and left everyone...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He followed it in fondness and fear<br>in a really tough and tense atmosphere</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The heaven and earth did try to observe<br>His limbs as hardy as Nemean lion's nerve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At once the Ghost disclosed with frown<br>That Claudius killed him for his crown</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By pouring potion his life he stole<br>Then Queen and throne gained as goal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So slept the king by the brother's hand<br>And left forever this mortal land </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the Queen he said, 'despite her dodge<br>Leave her to thorns, in her bosom lodge.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After narrating the murder so foul<br>The Ghost, in pain, began to howl </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Demanded from him revenge of the act<br>If he had, by nature, a gut to react</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Prince, then, tried to check his might<br>Found himself as unable to fight </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lacking stimulus to take revenge <br>His teeth and fists, he used to clench</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last decided in utter sadness<br>To leave his rest by putting on madness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wished he hadn't been born at all<br>To set things right whether big or small.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now rise the curtains in room of Polonius<br>The state's counselor, old and loquacious</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beside a son, he had one daughter <br>Whose love for Hamlet, he used to slaughter</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Possessing a heart precious as pearls<br>Fair she was of all Shakespeare's girls</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like gorgeous Perdita, but unlike Cordelia<br>Submissive she was -the fair Ophelia</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reported she once to her father with fear<br>About the Prince's odd behavior</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who strangely came in her private closet<br>With sleeves inside out, eyes out of sockets</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Made with sighs some painful sounds<br>cast a glance so piteous, so profound</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her heart bled at this odd view<br>But the old man found another clue</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He termed it as an ecstasy of love<br>In stature though Hamlet was far above</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He thought it fit to tell the king <br>that the Prince was out of reason's ring</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He took her hand and left the room<br>To put his daughter's fate in gloom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Right away he went to the Danish court<br>To tell the royal pair of this report</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In short they decided to secretly spy<br>And used his daughter as a decoy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Hamlet was a sane insane<br>He understood their efforts vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maltreated her despite his love<br>Though knew her well as pretty dove.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By manner changed, he broke her heart<br>Like actor's good, he played his part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ophelia was compelled to think<br>Of their past love and worthy link.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So cautious then young Hamlet was<br>Of Guidenstern and Rosencrantz; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Cause they were sent to check his mind<br>By the Queen and king seemingly kind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They felt themselves so much helpless<br>Bent their heads and did confess.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Hamlet said to them, 'on earth<br>I know not where I lost my mirth.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For cure of mental grievous layers<br>The Prince was told of city players.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He keenly took interest in them <br>With open arms he bade welcome.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The players had prospects shining bright<br>In whom he used to take delight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Requested he to an actor boy<br>To recite the tragedy of the king of Troy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That passage was a fiery one<br>Impressive was its tragic tone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The scene incited him to think<br>Of Hecuba and the player's link.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If he had his pains and fears<br>he'd have drowned stage with tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For making Claudius his only prey<br>The prince conceived a plan to play</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Based on one Gonzago's life, <br>Stung by treachery of his wife</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just to avoid certain mishap<br>He named it as a mousetrap.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The play was the only pregnant thing<br>To read the mind of the guilty king.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Guildenstern informed the king<br>That he didn't notice anything</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And could not find any proof<br>Because with a craft he kept aloof </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Asked the Queen with motherly passion: <br>'Did he talk in a normal fashion? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The servants of the royal court<br>Replied and gave that new report: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'To stage a play the Prince intends, <br>Invites your grace with all your friends</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To watch the play arranged by him'<br>(In fact to be really caught by him.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The king replied with a cunning art<br>That he would go with 'all his heart.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With all the lords he left the scene<br>Along with the pretty foolish Queen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Hamlet appeared on the stage<br>With a tinge of sorrow and of rage </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He knew not whether to live or die<br>His mental state had gone awry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While he was lost in painful thought<br>Then all his gifts Ophelia brought</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tried to give them back to him<br>With teeming eyes and voice so dim </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She said that, 'for to the noble mind <br>Gifts lose worth if giver is unkind.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The genius prince advised the girl<br>That 'honesty is like a pearl</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So save your pearl and be a nun<br>Leave this world and everyone.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With changing tone he said at once: <br>'Not now but I did love you once.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The girl in her excess of grief...<br>lost her comforts and relief...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Recalled with pain his state of mind<br>So fair and fine, so nice and kind </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She thought of Hamlet's wretched tone<br>That a noble mind was overthrown </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who, once, was a flower of the state <br>The glass of grace and finer taste </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he had lost his wisdom's range <br>She sobbed and wept over this change </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then entered the king with crafty men<br>And hurriedly disclosed his plan.......</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To send the Prince in stark exile <br>By art, by force or by some guile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Hamlet had the only way, <br>To check the king, he staged a play</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The scenes, in fact, did resemble<br>His father's murder by his uncle</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The players did enact on the stage<br>At which the king expressed his rage</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He left the hall with temper lost<br>with shivering heart and senses frost</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The play removed his outer layers<br>And credit went to all the players</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There wasn't anything to hide<br>Hamlet was quite satisfied...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His heart and conscience had no fear<br>The great confusion was now clear</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He got a message from the Queen<br>Who was under impact of spleen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meanwhile came the king so stern<br>With Rosencrantz and Guildenstern</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ordered them to leave the land<br>With Hamlet and a dispatch by hand</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They promised and then left the king<br>With aching heart and eyes running</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the king was left alone there<br>In melancholic atmosphere</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His conscience started pricking him<br>In prayers he tried to utter a hymn</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His prayers were full of confession<br>With no prospects of his salvation</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So bad and foul was his offense<br>He found no shield for his defense </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His sin was foul as black as death<br>He prayed to God with broken breath</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Hamlet saw him lost in prayers<br>Thought of his incestuous pleasures</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He thought, 'I 'll kill him for his crime<br>That would be much better time</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While he would be asleep or drunk<br>Or in rage he would be sunk....'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While thinking this, his flaw subdued, <br>Delayed his act, and left the lewd; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Proceeded to his Mother's chamber<br>To speak bitter words like dagger</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Present was Polonius there.........<br>Of his fate quite unaware..............</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hid himself behind the curtain<br>Neither life nor death was certain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hamlet called her not his mother<br>but loving wife of husband's brother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His rashness caused her louder shriek<br>Harassed the Queen as a freak</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Severely tried to show her a glass<br>The Man was shocked behind the arras</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That voice raised in him a storm<br>He stabbed at where the cry came from </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The man (behind) , cried again<br>In painful voice, 'O, I am slain.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So justly killed was the king's friend<br>And act of spying became his end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hamlet's thoughts were not sinister <br>But he became his scourge n minister</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By dagger words he op'd her eyes<br>His wretched voice shook the skies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Convinced her, and disclosed atlast<br>He wasn't mad 'but mad in craft.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He told her in his accent flat: <br>'I must to England, you know that? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He painfully this news revealed <br>That letters of the king were sealed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then dragged the body of the man<br>In grief there did Queen remain...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She told the king of 'the heavy deed, '<br>So then he started taking heed..........</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He said, 'I see it writ on wall...<br>His life is full of threats to all.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By ready hands at once he wrote<br>To the king of England a cunning note</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Touching Hamlet's present death <br>Till then he wont take joyous breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For those who know Shakespeare's art<br>This story has another part..............</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young Fortinbras came there at last <br>For Hamlet served a big contrast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That tender Prince, a man of mission<br>Was burned by fire of great ambition</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Without any reason-big and sound<br>Went to Poland for a patch of ground; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Suffering from the thirst for fame <br>Not profit but for the sake of name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This act opened Hamlet's eyes <br>The hidden flames began to rise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He thought then that, 'from this time forth<br>My thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A gentleman informed Gertrude <br>About Ophelia's madness as a fruit</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of her father's sad demise; <br>Entered she with half-shut eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nobody there could bear so long<br>The grief reflected from her songs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A noise was heard from outside the hall<br>Which confused every big and small.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mob was crying against the king<br>By, 'Laertes shall be the Danish king.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Laertes full of fiery passions...........<br>Ordered them to have patience </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Entered with full zest and wrath<br>From the mouth flowed angry froth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blamed the king for the father's murder<br>Spoke to him with a mighty thunder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The vile king was good at game <br>Laertes, by him, was easily tamed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By cunning words turned all attention<br>Towards Hamlet moved his tension.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hamlet, who was sent to England, <br>by chance couldn't reach that land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Piracy -an ugly, criminal act, <br>Became for him a lucky fact.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He left his ship to fight with pirates<br>His 'fellows'unknowingly then left.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He got saved from being killed <br>By king of England 'against his will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">England killed on orders stern<br>Rosencrantz and Guildenstern-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On fortunes favors who can depend? <br>By hands of justice, they met their end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He told it all to Horatio-his friend <br>That there's a power that shapes our ends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the death of both these men<br>He said that life is like to say 'one'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, Dear Readers! towards his goal<br>Started moving his ' prophetic soul.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Claudius made, then, a plan to snatch<br>His life, he arranged a fencing match-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sent his message by a courtier <br>To prepare his dagger and rapier.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clear of guilt, the Prince at ease <br>Accept the challenge by Laertes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A scheme there is in a sparrow's fall<br>So 'on my part, the readiness is all.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Prepared were table, trumpets, drums-<br>Claudius called, 'come, Hamlet, come.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fencing match was a scheme in fact<br>In which he used then all his tact.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He really poisoned Laertes ' mind <br>with revengeful thoughts bloody n unkind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hamlet spoke, ere the fight began <br>To laertes, 'you are a gentleman</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've done you wrong but not in rudeness             <br>I tell you that it was my madness.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With these words, prepared to play<br>There death started a game to play </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Laertes struck with poisoned weapon <br>None could understand what happened.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He himself was wounded badly -<br>Thought that he was killed but justly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Envenomed drink was also there <br>Which was drunk by his Mother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All that happened for no reason<br>All were crying, 'treason, treason'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hamlet, wounded, thought to avenge<br>killed the king and took revenge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He cried, 'incestuous, murderous Dane! <br>Fall! but never to rise again...............'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! he saw that sergeant Death <br>Had come to take his last breath..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He felt that passed the Golden moments, <br>'the Time is up, the rest is silence.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cease my pen! don't speak of glory <br>who can dare to read his story? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">An unjust act, a foul practice-<br>Revenge, O Prince! is a wild justice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With all my heart, I remember you<br>Would you believe that I LOVE YOU...? ? ?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Shahzia+Batool">Shahzia Batool</a><div class=q>
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'The Tragedy Of Hamlet Prince Of Denmark' 

Like Othello, The Tempest and king Lear
It's a marvel by the pen of Shakespeare

Who paints the perils of his life...
Stretched by caution, crushed by strife

He crie..."></div>
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