William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

361. Sonnet 103: Alack, What Poverty My Muse Brings Forth 1/13/2003
362. Orpheus With His Lute Made Trees 1/1/2004
363. Sonnet 105: Let Not My Love Be Called Idolatry 1/13/2003
364. Sonnet 100: Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forget'st So Long 1/13/2003
365. Sonet Liv 5/18/2001
366. Sonnet 109: O, Never Say That I Was False Of Heart 1/13/2003
367. When In Disgrace With Fortune And Men's Eyes (Sonnet 29) 1/20/2003
368. Sonnet 102: My Love Is Strengthened, Though More Weak In Seeming 1/13/2003
369. Sonnet 128: How Oft, When Thou, My Music, Music Play'st 1/13/2003
370. Sonnet 1: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase 1/13/2003
371. Silvia 1/4/2003
372. Orpheus 1/4/2003
373. Not Marble Nor The Guilded Monuments (Sonnet 55) 1/20/2003
374. Under The Greenwood Tree 1/3/2003
375. The Quality Of Mercy 1/3/2003
376. Fairy Land Iii 1/4/2003
377. Juliet's Soliloquy 3/29/2010
378. Sigh No More 1/3/2003
379. Not From The Stars Do I My Judgment Pluck (Sonnet 14) 1/20/2003
380. Sonnet 130: My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun 1/13/2003
381. Dirge Of The Three Queens 1/4/2003
382. It Was A Lover And His Lass 1/4/2003
383. From Venus And Adonis 1/20/2003
384. Fairy Land Ii 1/4/2003
385. Sonnet 138: When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth 1/13/2003
386. Sonnet 18: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? 1/13/2003
387. Fairy Land I 1/4/2003
388. Winter 1/3/2003
389. Dirge 1/4/2003
390. Aubade 1/4/2003
391. A Madrigal 3/29/2010
392. Sonnet 116: Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds 1/13/2003
393. Bridal Song 1/4/2003
394. Full Fathom Five 1/3/2003
395. Hark! Hark! The Lark 1/3/2003
396. Love 1/4/2003
397. Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind 1/3/2003
398. A Lover's Complaint 5/18/2001
399. Fear No More 1/3/2003
400. O Mistress Mine, Where Are You Roaming? (Twelfth Night, Act Ii, Scene Iii) 1/3/2003

Comments about William Shakespeare

  • Mrs.Pebbles (12/19/2017 9:11:00 PM)

    i love his poems and maybe one day when i ever get the chance to get on stage i hope to do one of his plays or poems so keep you hate to yourselves maybe you want to be like him or maybe you don't that's find too but don't hate on the deceased.

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  • sucks (12/18/2017 8:02:00 AM)

    Shakespeare sucks his poems sucks and his life sucks

  • Amarj€€£ (12/18/2017 2:57:00 AM)

    With concept

  • Izzy Frost (12/14/2017 11:14:00 AM)

    William Is the best pls no hate for him!

  • Izzy Frost (12/14/2017 11:13:00 AM)

    @Joshua Aaron Guillory Love it!

  • Joshua Aaron Guillory (12/12/2017 11:43:00 PM)

    ''Leave thee alone for the comparison
    Of all that insolent Greece or haughty Rome
    Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come.'' - Ben Jonson, 'In Praise of William Shakespeare' (1623)

    ''He who hath filled up all numbers, and performed that in our tongue which may be compared or preferred either to insolent Greece or haughty Rome....so that he may be named and stand as the mark and akun (acme) of our language.'' - Ben Jonson (1572 - 1637) 'In Praise of Francis Bacon'

  • susan ongkeko (12/12/2017 2:51:00 AM)

    amazing classical poem ever

  • Kshirod Kumar Dehury Kshirod Kumar Dehury (12/9/2017 7:37:00 AM)

    ohhhhhhhhhhhh, nice poem, really i enjoy this poem, thanks for sharing.10+++

  • AARIF WANI (12/8/2017 11:10:00 PM)

    I LIKE POEMS

  • i cant believe it''s not butter (12/8/2017 1:04:00 PM)

    ugg unicorns and butter plus bo boo

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 Lxvi

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,

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