William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

361. Sonnets Viii 1/4/2003
362. Sonnets X 1/4/2003
363. Sonnets Xciv: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None 1/1/2004
364. Sonnets Xi 1/4/2003
365. Sonnets Xii 1/4/2003
366. Sonnets Xiii 1/4/2003
367. Sonnets Xiv 1/4/2003
368. Sonnets Xix 1/4/2003
369. Sonnets Xix: Devouring Time, Blunt Thou The Lion's Paws 1/1/2004
370. Sonnets Xv 1/4/2003
371. Sonnets Xvi 1/4/2003
372. Sonnets Xvii 1/4/2003
373. Sonnets Xviii 1/4/2003
374. Sonnets Xviii: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? 1/1/2004
375. Sonnets Xx 1/4/2003
376. Sonnets Xxix: When, In Disgrace With Fortune And Men's Eyes 1/1/2004
377. Sonnets Xxv: Let Those Who Are In Favour With Their Stars 1/1/2004
378. Sonnets Xxx: When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought 1/1/2004
379. Sonnets Xxxiii: Full Many A Glorious Morning Have I Seen 1/1/2004
380. Speech: "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears" 10/22/2015
381. Speech: "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow" 7/20/2016
382. Spring And Winter 1/4/2003
383. St. Crispin’s Day Speech: From Henry V 3/29/2010
384. Take, O Take Those Lips Away 1/4/2003
385. That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold (Sonnet 73) 1/20/2003
386. The Blossom 1/4/2003
387. The Canakin Clink Pub Song (From 'Othello') 2/4/2015
388. The Dark Lady Sonnets (127 - 154) 3/29/2010
389. The Passionate Pilgrim 3/29/2010
390. The Phoenix And The Turtle 1/3/2003
391. The Procreation Sonnets (1 - 17) 3/29/2010
392. The Quality Of Mercy 1/3/2003
393. The Rival Poet Sonnets (78 - 86) 3/29/2010
394. To Be, Or Not To Be (Hamlet, Act Iii, Scene I) 3/29/2010
395. Twelve O'Clock - Fairy Time 3/29/2010
396. Under The Greenwood Tree 1/3/2003
397. When In Disgrace With Fortune And Men's Eyes (Sonnet 29) 1/20/2003
398. When That I Was And A Little Tiny Boy 1/20/2003
399. When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought (Sonnet 30) 1/20/2003
400. Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest) 6/10/2015

Comments about William Shakespeare

  • Asharaf East (6/20/2014 9:25:00 PM)

    Ya

    189 person liked.
    169 person did not like.
  • Douglas Scotney (4/24/2014 2:26:00 AM)

    He felt very guilty when his son, Hamnet, died at Stratford at 11 years of age in 1596, while he was in London. Did he blame his wife and make her the Queen in Hamlet?

  • Parul Naveen (3/1/2014 12:50:00 AM)

    very nice poem.
    our life is just like that stage which is talk about in this poem.
    William Shakespeare is a great poet.

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  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (12/12/2013 2:02:00 AM)

    Shakespeare employed the pathetic fallacy, or the attribution of human characteristics or emotions to elements in nature or inanimate objects, throughout his plays. In the sonnets, the speaker frequently employs the pathetic fallacy, associating his absence from the young man to the freezing days of December and the promise of their reunion to a pregnant spring. Weather and the seasons also stand in for human emotions: the speaker conveys his sense of foreboding about death by likening himself to autumn, a time in which nature’s objects begin to decay and ready themselves for winter, or death. Similarly, despite the arrival of “proud-pied April” (2) in Sonnet 98, the speaker still feels as if it were winter because he and the young man are apart. The speaker in Sonnet 18, one of Shakespeare’s most famous poems, begins by rhetorically asking the young man, “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? ” (1) . He spends the remainder of the poem explaining the multiple ways in which the young man is superior to a summer day, ultimately concluding that while summer ends, the young man’s beauty lives on in the permanence of poetry.

  • Sanjay Singh Saharan Sanjay Singh Saharan (11/2/2013 6:42:00 AM)

    this poem is very nice

  • Laurel Vijitha ... Laurel Vijitha ... (10/10/2013 10:26:00 AM)

    whn he writes a poem n whn v read it cums to reality! ! he's just awsm! ! n I even lyk Robert Frost

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  • Rakshita Gupta 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.

  • 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

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 ...

Read the full of All The World's A Stage

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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