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Poor Ophelia! [Unrhymed Poetenry: Poems of Ten Lines]
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Wall - Unrhymed Poetenry A rose she is,
A child in heart,
A toy she becomes,
In the hands of Polonius and Laertes!
Her lover Hamlet detests her,
He throws her love away,
Like the garbage in the bin!
Utterly shattered like a glass appears she!
Hamlet kills her father, Polonius,
Poor Ophelia goes mad, drowns herself, dies!
What Women Endure
No freedom, no choice, betrothed as property,simple wit put under stresses unimaginable: used by sires, rejected falsely by future husband (oh no, the marriage is off) a state that is Denmark rotten, Shakespeare used her for dramatic and emotional relief, as with all his characters,.
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