Hamlet: The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
line from Hamlet, Act III, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Laertes: Farewell, Ophelia, and remember well
What I have said to you.
Ophelia: ‘Tis in my memory lock’d,
And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
line from Hamlet, Act I, Scene 3 by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Hamlet: I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.
line from Hamlet, Act V, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Queen Gertrude: And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish
That your good beauties be the happy cause
Of Hamlet's wildness: so shall I hope your virtues
Will bring him to his wonted way again,
To both your honours.
line from Hamlet, Act III, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Ophelia: You are keen my lord, you are keen.
Hamlet: It would cost you a groaning to take off mine edge.
line from Hamlet by William Shakespeare (1599)
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I will not go so far as to say that to construct a history of thought without profound study of the mathematical ideas of successive epochs is like omitting Hamlet from the play which is named after him. . . But it is certainly analogous to cutting out the part of Ophelia. This simile is singularly exact. For Ophelia is quite essential to the play, she is very charming-- and a little mad.
quote by Alfred North Whitehead
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Ophelia: O, what a noble mind is here o’erthrown!
The courtier’s, soldier’s, scholar’s, eye, tongue, sword;
The expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
Th’ observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
line from Hamlet, Act III, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare (1599)
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In which he is remembered in similitude, by reference to Yorick,
the king’s jester, who died when Hamlet and Ophelia were children.
Yorick is dead. Boy Hamlet walks forlorn
Beneath the battlements of Elsinore.
Where are those oddities and capers now
That used to “set the table on a roar”?
And do his bauble-bells beyond the clouds
Ring out, and shake with mirth the planets bright?
No doubt he brings the blessed dead good cheer,
But silence broods on Elsinore tonight.
That little elf, Ophelia, eight years old,
Upon her battered doll’s staunch bosom weeps.
(”O best of men, that wove glad fairy-tales.”)
With tear-burned face, at last the darling sleeps.
Hamlet himself could not give cheer or help,
Though firm and brave, with his boy-face controlled.
For every game they started out to play
Yorick invented, in the days of old.
The times are out of joint! O cursed spite!
The noble jester Yorick comes no more.
And Hamlet hides his tears in boyish pride
By some lone turret-stair of Elsinore.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Ophelia: Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be.
line from Hamlet, Act 4, Scene 5 by William Shakespeare
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A Silly Poem
Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?
poem by Spike Milligan
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Laertes: Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears.
line from Hamlet, Act IV, Scene 7 by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Ophelia: That unmatched form and feature of blown youth
Blasted with ecstasy. Oh, woe is me,
T' have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
line from Hamlet, Act III, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Ophelia: To the noble mind rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
line from Hamlet, Act III, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Polonius: Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful. [Reads.]
‘Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
‘O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers;
I have not art to reckon my groans: but that
I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu.
‘Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him,
HAMLET.’
line from Hamlet, Act II, Scene 2 by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Doobie or not Doobie
Doobie or not Doobie-
What was Prospero smoking?
Up on the ramparts of Elsinore
What was our Hamlet toking?
Did fair Ophelia steal his stash
and roll herself a Doobie?
Did she go off the deep end then
because she was a newbie?
Cannabis was to Shakespeare known
as a potent source of Hemp.
It may have made a dancing fool
out of old Will Kemp.
But please do not disturb his bones,
beware the potent curse.
The Bard of Avon had wit enough
without inhaling first.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Hamlet: Remember thee! Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat in this distracted globe. Remember thee!
line from Hamlet, Act I, Scene 5 by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Ophelia is Drowning
Ophelia is drowning,
And she is not afraid,
She thinks death quite romantic
At 20 she is already an old maid.
Ophelia is drowning
In a view for all too see
In a unrequited suicide
For a love such as he.
Ophelia is drowning,
Her faded fingers hold a wedding bouquet,
And the water fills her lungs
She will never see her wedding day.
15/04/07
poem by Charlie F. Kane
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Hamlet: I once did hold it, as our statists do, a baseness to write fair and labour'd much how to forget that learning, but, sir, now it did me yeoman's service.
line from Hamlet, Act V, Scene 2 by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Omens Revisited
This hideous summer wanes
As dolls' houses reverberate with sin and ecstasy,
Little children drink cough mixture like wine
And the Crucifix snaps on the communion table.
Where are the perilous eyes
Lost from the cradle of night
And smothered in stars?
Will the Pale Criminal remember them in a riot of body
Or the languid panther deny them entrance?
Ophelia is floating downstream
(Tripped out once too often on speed and acid)
While Hamlet shoots up heroin in the attic.
The ghost of Polonius intertwines his fingers
In the aortas of infants,
It's time for orgasmic violence
And the death at last of happiness.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Some Day I Won't Remember
Some Day I Won't Remember
How you smell or how you look
Some Day I Won't Remember
All the pieces of me you took
Some Day I Won't Remember
What it was like to kiss you in the rain
Some Day I Won't Remember
All the tears and all the pain
Some Day I Won't Remember
The feel of your skin
Some Day I Won't Remember
All our secrets and our sins
Some Day I Won't Remember
Staying up late at night to cry
Some Day I Won't Remember
That vivid blue-green color of your eyes
Some Day I Won't Remember
The passion that we used to share
Some Day I Won't Remember
What it felt like to have you there
Some Day I Won't Remember
The precious sound of your beating heart
And when that some day comes
I will entirely fall apart
poem by Tatianna Rei Moonshadow
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King Claudius: How fares our cousin Hamlet?
Hamlet: Excellent, i' faith, of the chameleon's dish. I eat the air, promise-crammed. You cannot feed capons so.
line from Hamlet, Act III, Scene 2 by William Shakespeare (1599)
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