William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Comments about William Shakespeare

  • Rookie - 0 Points Alok Mishra (4/20/2012 12:10:00 AM)

    Why is he called an artist of all time?
    You may apparently find it in his creations... They are of rare qualities. I love his sonnets, and all bear tremendous flow, rhythm, all of a great composition! Be IMMORTAL!

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  • Rookie - 1 Points Tiffany M... (3/28/2012 8:48:00 AM)

    Why is everyone rating his poems as a 5 or 6? He's a literary genius, and they're extremely beautiful...

  • Freshman - 651 Points Mehmet Turgut (3/9/2012 9:34:00 AM)

    he is one of the best poest in the world of poem, according to me.

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  • Rookie Cliff Ceekay (2/10/2012 8:37:00 AM)

    he was such an incomparable bard of the time and still he is

  • Rookie Umeed Baqa (1/23/2012 6:32:00 AM)

    SHAKSPEARS thats all!
    Nothing to be said now......

  • Rookie - 496 Points Subbaraman N V (12/29/2011 2:47:00 AM)

    He is a great legend! It is a sin to compare him with others!
    N V Subbaraman

  • Rookie - 496 Points Subbaraman N V (12/29/2011 2:47:00 AM)

    He is a great legend! It is a sin to compare him with others!
    N V Subbaraman

  • Rookie - 496 Points Subbaraman N V (12/29/2011 2:46:00 AM)

    He is a great legend! It is a sin to compare him with others!
    N V Subbaraman

  • Rookie Dakota Majore (10/24/2011 10:01:00 AM)

    He Is Old But Amazing R.I.P

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 Ci

O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
Make answer, Muse: wilt thou not haply say
'Truth needs no colour, with his colour fix'd;
Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay;
But best is best, if never intermix'd?'
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?

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