William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Comments about William Shakespeare

  • Rookie Tiffany Hepworth (6/4/2012 3:29:00 PM)

    your poems are really interesting and complicated which makes them special and good.

    78 person liked.
    107 person did not like.
  • Bronze Star - 2,553 Points Sayeed Abubakar (5/14/2012 8:45:00 AM)

    Poets are greater than scientists. Among them, you are such one who creates wonder to be puzzled for ever.

  • 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!

  • 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 - 809 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

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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