Happy Sunday and today once again I am partnering Roses in Literature with #ShakespeareSunday. This weeks theme was set by NYC Central Park on Twitter. Click the image to visit their page.
Shakespeare Garden Central Park Conservancy
Listen to how the Shakespeare garden came into being after a Black Mulberry from Shakespeare’s home town of Stratford-upon-Avon was planted in the park way back in 1880.
To find out more about Central Park’s Shakespeare Garden click HERE.
Secrets of Shakespeare’s Graden in Central Park
To delve into a few of the secrets of the garden click the image below
Roses in Shakespeare Hamlet ~ Laertes to Ophelia.
Read the quote from Hamlet (Act 4 Scene 5 Line 155)
This is a rather sad scene Laertes is home, he is brother to Ophelia. When he sees her he becomes angry, for she has been driven to insanity. She is in love with Hamlet but, earlier in the play, he not only spurns her, but murders her father. At the end of the famous ‘mad’ scene; she hands out flowers with telling messages. This is a very strong and powerful scene and has to be one of my favourites of the play.
How now, what noise is that?
O heat, dry up my brains! Tears seven times salt
Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!
By heaven, thy madness shall be paid with weight
Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
O heavens, is’t possible a young maid’s wits
Should be as mortal as an old man’s life?
Nature is fine in love, and where ’tis fine,
It sends some precious instance of itself
After the thing it loves.
“They bore him barefac’d on the bier,
Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny,
And in his grave rain’d many a tear”—
Fare you well, my dove!
Hadst thou thy wits and didst persuade revenge,
It could not move thus.
You must sing, “A-down, a-down,”
And you call him a-down-a.
O how the wheel becomes it!
It is the false steward,
that stole his master’s daughter.
This nothing’s more than matter.
There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance;
pray you, love, remember.
And there is pansies, that’s for thoughts.
A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted.
Ophelia To Claudius.
There’s fennel for you, and columbines.
There’s rue for you, and here’s some for me;
we may call it herb of grace a’ Sundays.
You may wear your rue with a difference.
There’s a daisy. I would give you some violets,
but they wither’d all when my father died.
They say ’a made a good end—
My favourite Rose image
Now here is one of my favourite rose images, I took it in the garden of a book festival in Leominster, West Midlands UK back in 2015.
Thank you for visiting, I hope you enjoyed this weeks theme.