William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Comments about William Shakespeare

  • 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.

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  • 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

  • Rookie Vineet Chhikara (5/27/2013 1:36:00 AM)

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  • Rookie The Doctor (3/12/2013 9:16:00 PM)

    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!

  • Rookie Prasanta Kumar Bhol (3/4/2013 12:31:00 AM)

    shakespear's Quotations is the best........................................................ ..................................

  • Rookie Moksha Sharma (3/2/2013 12:14:00 AM)

    Shakespeare was one of the best poets.....His poems are great...

  • Rookie Mikaylee Wisecarver (1/27/2013 10:14:00 PM)

    shakespeare was the best poem writer who ever lived and i love his love poems

  • Rookie Shuraih Saquari (1/26/2013 5:32:00 AM)

    life is a glass. Carely accept if no that will broke'

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 Cviii

What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what new to register,
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must, each day say o'er the very same,
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case

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