Ophelia


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O•phel•ia

(oʊˈfil yə)

n.
a young woman in Shakespeare's Hamlet who is driven mad by the death of her father, Polonius.
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Translations
Ophélie

Ophelia

[ɒˈfiːlɪə] NOfelia
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References in classic literature ?
He had taken her with him on a tour to Vermont, and had persuaded his cousin, Miss Ophelia St.
And now, while the distant domes and spires of New Orleans rise to our view, there is yet time for an introduction to Miss Ophelia.
On such a farm, in such a house and family, Miss Ophelia had spent a quiet existence of some forty-five years, when her cousin invited her to visit his southern mansion.
It was known at the minister's and at the doctor's, and at Miss Peabody's milliner shop, that Ophelia St.
Miss Ophelia, as you now behold her, stands before you, in a very shining brown linen travelling-dress, tall, square-formed, and angular.
Miss Ophelia was the absolute bond-slave of the "ought." Once make her certain that the "path of duty," as she commonly phrased it, lay in any given direction, and fire and water could not keep her from it.
But, how in the world can Miss Ophelia get along with Augustine St.
"Get up here, Eva!" said Miss Ophelia, courageously; "what has been done can be done again.
Another interesting question regards Hamlet's love for Ophelia. When did it begin?
III, i, 100-101: Professor Lewis points out that these lines, properly placed in the first quarto, are out of order here, since up to this point in the scene Ophelia has reason to tax herself with unkindness, but none to blame Hamlet.
Lastly, Ophelia was a prey to such slow musical madness, that when, in course of time, she had taken off her white muslin scarf, folded it up, and buried it, a sulky man who had been long cooling his impatient nose against an iron bar in the front row of the gallery, growled, "Now the baby's put to bed let's have supper!" Which, to say the least of it, was out of keeping.
"You said to me that Sibyl Vane represented to you all the heroines of romance--that she was Desdemona one night, and Ophelia the other; that if she died as Juliet, she came to life as Imogen."