Marcellus: Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
line from Hamlet, Act I, Scene 4 by William Shakespeare (1599)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
Vote! | Copy! | In Spanish | In Romanian
Related quotes
Rotten bastards
The lot of you.
All of you
You are all rotten bastards.
And I hate you all
All of you
Raped and abused me.
But what goes around comes around.
And revenge will be mine.
Rotten bastards.
You rotten rats.
Rape and abuse.
Is that all you can do?
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Factory Windows Are Always Broken
Factory windows are always broken.
Somebody's always throwing bricks,
Somebody's always heaving cinders,
Playing ugly Yahoo tricks.
Factory windows are always broken.
Other windows are let alone.
No one throws through the chapel-window
The bitter, snarling, derisive stone.
Factory windows are always broken.
Something or other is going wrong.
Something is rotten--I think, in Denmark.
End of factory-window song.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Who would not rather have the fame of Archimedes than that of his conqueror Marcellus?
quote by William Rowan Hamilton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Something Rotten
It seems were here i
Miss you something rotten
The stinks are here
Its guaranteed alls forgotten
Down here
Down here its clear that your uncut
Dont fear
Dont fear, keep all this forgotten
Face down
Face down
Face down, I miss you something rotten
Face down
Face down, this crown is broken rotten
Down here, down here, I know its not, its all forgotten
Down here, down here, face down, I miss you something rotten
Down here, down here, it stinks, it stinks of something rotten
Dont fear, dont fear, keep all this forgotten
Theres something rotten down here
Theres something rotten down here
Theres something rotten down here
Theres something rotten down here...
song performed by by Placebo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Dirty Rotten Shame
I recall the good old days
But thankfully, theyve gone
Now the ponies all are broken nags
That stumble as they groan
And throw the jockeys from their throne
When there are pitches left to dodge
And lions left to tame
But its nothing but a dirty rotten shame
Its a dirty rotten shame
That when youre frivolous and strong
It isnt youth, its fearlessness
That has been wasted on the young
The cruel are in the cradle
And the bishops in the bag
Its nothing but a dirty rotten shame
Now I find life a millionaire
That brags for rags and jewels
A snarling pup is wild enough
But as his anger proves
Hes left to sharpen useless tools
That tear and graze and finer phrase
But few are worth the name
Its nothing but a dirty rotten shame
Its a dirty rotten shame
And that is not an idle boast
When all your courage and your strength
Will leave you as you need it most
When there are lamps to dampen
And cauliflowers to flip
Its nothing but a dirty rotten shame
song performed by by Elvis Costello
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
To The Dannebrog
(When Dybbol was captured)
Dannebrog of old was seeming
Snow-white, rosy red,
Through the mists of ages beaming,
Heaven's gift outspread,
Rich as fruits of Denmark's planting,
Grand as song of heroes chanting,
Spirit-winged to deeds of daring
O'er the wide world faring.
Dannebrog, thou now art seeming
Death-pale, bloody red,
Like a dying sea-gull gleaming
White with blood o'erspread.
Purple tides the wounds are showing
From thy faith in justice flowing;
Denmark, bear the cross, thy burden
Honor is thy guerdon!
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
In Rotten Row
In Rotten Row a cigarette
I sat and smoked, with no regret
For all the tumult that had been.
The distances were still and green,
And streaked with shadows cool and wet.
Two sweethearts on a bench were set,
Two birds among the boughs were met;
So love and song were heard and seen
In Rotten Row.
A horse or two there was to fret
The soundless sand; but work and debt,
Fair flowers and falling leaves between,
While clocks are chiming clear and keen,
A man may very well forget
In Rotten Row.
poem by William Ernest Henley
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
For God's sake build not your faith upon Tradition, 'tis as rotten as a rotten Post.
quote by Nicholas Culpeper
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Attica State
What a waste of human power
What a waste of human lives
Shoot the prisoners in the towers
Forty-three poor widowed wives
Attica state, attica state,
Were all mates with attica state
Media blames it on the prisoners
But the prisoners did not kill
Rockefeller pulled the trigger
That is what the people feel
Attica state, attica state,
Were all mates with attica state
Free the prisoners, jail the judges
Free all prisoners everywhere
All they want is truth and justice
All they need is love and care
Attica state, attica state,
Were all mates with attica state
They all live in suffocation
Lets not watch them die in sorrow
Nows the time for revolution
Give them all a chance to grow
Attica state, attica state,
Were all mates with attica state
Come together join the movement
Take a stand for human rights
Fear and hatred clouds our judgement
Free us all from endless night
Attica state, attica state,
Were all mates with attica state
Attica state, attica state,
We all live in attica state
Attica state, attica state,
Attica, attica, attica state
song performed by by Lennon John
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Bernardo: Last night of all, when yond same star that's westward from the pole had made his course to illume that part of heaven where now it burns, Marcellus and myself, the bell then beating one,--
line from Hamlet, Act I, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare (1599)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
Vote! | Copy! | In Spanish | In Romanian
State Of The Heart
I know your name
I told you mine
Weve stopped and passed the time of day
You work in town
I work at night
That gives us six until seven to work this out
If I seem a little strange
Its just the state of the heart
Im waiting here for you
In the state Im in
You are the moon
I am the sea
You pull me in and gaze on down at me
I was alone
I thought I was immune
Its good to know
The door can still be open wide
If I feel a little strange
Its just the state of the heart
Im waiting here for you
In the state Im in
Its just the state of the heart
I wait in the dark
I the state Im in
We get closer and closer
To falling out or falling in
I go over and over
But I cant change the state
This heart is in
If I seem a little strange
Its just the state of the heart
Im waiting here for you
In the state Im in
Its just the state of the heart
You know I wait in the dark
In the state Im in
It s the state of the heart
The state of the heart
The state of the heart
The state of the heart
song performed by by Rick Springfield
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Scent of rotten meat
Rafflesia
Titan arum
North American pawpaw
For flies to pollinate them
They must produce
The scent of a rotten meat
Name names in
Your rotten world, now.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Rotten World Blues
Hey Man
What?
Hey Man
What?
Hey Man
What?
Hey man
What?
Dig this...
Well I went walkin'
Out yesterday
A man was carryin' a sign that says
"The world is gonna end tomorrow
hey buddy got a nickel I can borrow?"
This rotten world's gonna chew you up
Swallow you whole and then spit you back out
The sooner you recognize this simple fact
Then this rotten world gives you what you lack
Old Miss Hedrick she's gettin' down
You don't see her much walkin' 'round town
Well you could say that she needs a little lovin'
Lookin' for a light with her head in the oven
This rotten world's gonna chew you up
Swallow you whole and then spit you back out
The sooner you recognize this simple fact
Then this rotten world gives you what you lack
Let's rock...
Miss Kovalov she's lookin' good
Walkin' her ass through the neighborhood
She knows somethin' that you don't know
Somethin' she learned about a long time ago
This rotten world's gonna chew you up
Swallow you whole and then spit you back out
The sooner you recognize this simple fact
Then this rotten world gives you what you lack
This rotten world's gonna chew you up
Swallow you whole and then spit you back out
song performed by by Eels
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
King Christian, A National Song Of Denmark. (From The Danish Of Johannes Evald)
King Christian stood by the lofty mast
In mist and smoke;
His sword was hammering so fast,
Through Gothic helm and brain it passed;
Then sank each hostile hulk and mast,
In mist and smoke.
'Fly!' shouted they, 'fly, he who can!
Who braves of Denmark's Christian
The stroke?'
Nils Juel gave heed to the tempest's roar,
Now is the hour!
He hoisted his blood-red flag once more,
And smote upon the foe full sore,
And shouted loud, through the tempest's roar,
'Now is the hour!'
'Fly!' shouted they, 'for shelter fly!
Of Denmark's Juel who can defy
The power?'
North Sea! a glimpse of Wessel rent
Thy murky sky!
Then champions to thine arms were sent;
Terror and Death glared where he went;
From the waves was heard a wail, that rent
Thy murky sky!
From Denmark, thunders Tordenskiol',
Let each to Heaven commend his soul,
And fly!
Path of the Dane to fame and might!
Dark-rolling wave!
Receive thy friend, who, scorning flight,
Goes to meet danger with despite,
Proudly as thou the tempest's might,
Dark-rolling wave!
And amid pleasures and alarms,
And war and victory, be thine arms
My grave!
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
All existing things are really one. We regard those that are beautiful and rare as valuable, and those that are ugly as foul and rotten The foul and rotten may come to be transformed into what is rare and valuable, and the rare and valuable into what is foul and rotten.
quote by Chuang Tzu
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
School
You go to rotten school quite late,
And hope to ask to write
How rigid is the life we state,
How awful is this right.
Your college mends a life so bland,
It nurtures why you live,
The living has the main demand
Because of that overdrive.
poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
To A Friend In State Of Doubt
do not try to understand
there is nothing worth understanding
nothing understands understanding
in itself, it longs for the unquenchable doubt
for doubt makes understanding a fake princess
of the castle on the clouds
doubt unlike understanding does not beg
doubt scatters and understanding loses in this game
of reconcilement
it keeps a heap of leaves only to dry in its stockroom
it smells rotten and becomes rotten
do not attempt to inderstand
you will be at a loss in this search for wisdom
live in the ocean of doubt
there is a lot of space for the swimming and the sailing
look at them
who claim to understand life and death and rebirth and declare that they have attained
the state of nirvana
they are all drunk, they live in a crowded room,
noisy, boisterous, and so insecure
their mouths babble, and they speak so loud
the room has become too narrow
and there is no ease for breathing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Farewell
Goodbye and farewell.
Never again will I see thee in this bored world rotten hell.
I tire of being a rotten snake.
In others eyes the worst of fates.
I have my reasons that nobdy need fear.
I'm just going to slink off and shed one lonsome tear.
poem by Michael McParland
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My wife is Danish and we go to Denmark a couple of times a year.
quote by Ted Shackelford
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
About Denmark
Why not let us compromise
about Denmark's proper size,
which will truly please us all,
since it's bigger than it's small.