William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Comments about William Shakespeare

  • Rookie - 3 Points Leonard Ace ''akie'' Almalvez (5/4/2015 12:02:00 AM)

    My favorite author ever, and my inspiration

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  • Rookie - 8 Points Safuwan Safuwan (5/3/2015 12:00:00 PM)

    nat niceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

  • Rookie - 317 Points p.a. noushad (3/23/2015 2:26:00 AM)

    nice, your verses inspire me dear.

  • Rookie Navneet Singh (2/7/2015 6:02:00 PM)

    Please can you help me to make a poem on 10 words pleasee..... Astronmy, rotation, revolution, geocentric, heliocentric, parallax, orbit, galaxy, asteriod, and collision please can you help me

  • Freshman - 927 Points Pamela Leschevin D' Ere (1/15/2015 5:27:00 AM)

    I believe he was a briliant pre-psychiatrist maybe Freud and Dostoievsy had absorbed his works, as many others,
    he's a fresh today as yesterday, and one something new each time they pick up his works. Panmelys.16728

  • Rookie - 54 Points Grace Moneymaker (12/23/2014 5:58:00 PM)

    With 'Romeo & Juliet' I was immediately hypnotized by the way it was written. The characters, the drama, the romance, simply amazing.

  • Veteran Poet - 1,397 Points Dan Reynolds (9/23/2014 7:30:00 AM)

    You show some promise, but the archaic language lets you down. Try to read some good contemporary poets and expand your thoughts without the restriction of form.

  • Rookie - 371 Points Zoila T. Flores (8/2/2014 12:54:00 PM)

    To be or Not to be....
    On my soul, my eyes can see,
    When my goodness, comes to me.
    Shifting goodness,
    Over madness, I agree!

  • Rookie Asharaf East (6/20/2014 9:25:00 PM)

    Ya

  • Gold Star - 4,562 Points Douglas Scotney (4/24/2014 2:26:00 AM)

    He felt very guilty when his son, Hamnet, died at Stratford at 11 years of age in 1596, while he was in London. Did he blame his wife and make her the Queen in Hamlet?

Best Poem of William Shakespeare

All The World's A Stage

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in ...

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From The Rape Of Lucrece

Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under,
Cozening the pillow of a lawful kiss;
Who, therefore angry, seems to part in sunder,
Swelling on either side to want his bliss;
Between whose hills her head entombed is;
Where like a virtuous monument she lies,
To be admired of lewd unhallowed eyes.

Without the bed her other fair hand was,

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