William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

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  • Silver Star - 3,857 Points Wahab Abdul (12/12/2013 2:02:00 AM)

    Shakespeare employed the pathetic fallacy, or the attribution of human characteristics or emotions to elements in nature or inanimate objects, throughout his plays. In the sonnets, the speaker frequently employs the pathetic fallacy, associating his absence from the young man to the freezing days of December and the promise of their reunion to a pregnant spring. Weather and the seasons also stand in for human emotions: the speaker conveys his sense of foreboding about death by likening himself to autumn, a time in which nature’s objects begin to decay and ready themselves for winter, or death. Similarly, despite the arrival of “proud-pied April” (2) in Sonnet 98, the speaker still feels as if it were winter because he and the young man are apart. The speaker in Sonnet 18, one of Shakespeare’s most famous poems, begins by rhetorically asking the young man, “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? ” (1) . He spends the remainder of the poem explaining the multiple ways in which the young man is superior to a summer day, ultimately concluding that while summer ends, the young man’s beauty lives on in the permanence of poetry.

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  • Rookie - 35 Points Sanjay Singh Saharan (11/2/2013 6:42:00 AM)

    this poem is very nice

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    whn he writes a poem n whn v read it cums to reality! ! he's just awsm! ! n I even lyk Robert Frost

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  • Rookie Rakshita Gupta (6/22/2013 5:30:00 AM)

    I like his every work but i just love his sonnets.
    In his every writing he makes us to slide into an entranced trauma and then all of a sudden digs our conscious out of it.
    i love these intense spellbound mysteries.

  • Rookie Hayden Gephart (6/11/2013 11:38:00 PM)

    William Shakespeare is pure
    such brilliant, vibrant, coruscating poet
    makes yours truly simper
    thou shan't slight this immaculate
    this is the resplendent bard
    this is of he who seem scarred

  • Rookie - 21 Points Raabia Tabassum (5/30/2013 7:21:00 AM)

    Amazing Poems. You Bring Out The Theme And Fun

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    This human is amazing! I mean have you ever met someone like Shakespeare? Great range of vocabulary and very flirty with my companion. However! He is very brilliant!

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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Sonnet Li

Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O, what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
In winged speed no motion shall I know:
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;

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