William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Comments about William Shakespeare

  • Bronze Star - 2,208 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.

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  • 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 - 716 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.

  • Rookie - 0 Points John Hazon Palen (2/14/2012 9:31:00 PM)

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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

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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