William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

361. Sonnet 102: My Love Is Strengthened, Though More Weak In Seeming 1/13/2003
362. Sonet Liv 5/18/2001
363. Sonnet 145: Those Lips That Love's Own Hand Did Make 1/13/2003
364. Sonnet 128: How Oft, When Thou, My Music, Music Play'st 1/13/2003
365. Not Marble Nor The Guilded Monuments (Sonnet 55) 1/20/2003
366. Sonnet 141: In Faith, I Do Not Love Thee With Mine Eyes 1/13/2003
367. O Never Say That I Was False Of Heart 3/29/2010
368. Sonnet 109: O, Never Say That I Was False Of Heart 1/13/2003
369. Orpheus With His Lute Made Trees 1/1/2004
370. When In Disgrace With Fortune And Men's Eyes (Sonnet 29) 1/20/2003
371. Sonnet 1: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase 1/13/2003
372. Orpheus 1/4/2003
373. Under The Greenwood Tree 1/3/2003
374. Fairy Land Iii 1/4/2003
375. Not From The Stars Do I My Judgment Pluck (Sonnet 14) 1/20/2003
376. Juliet's Soliloquy 3/29/2010
377. The Quality Of Mercy 1/3/2003
378. Silvia 1/4/2003
379. It Was A Lover And His Lass 1/4/2003
380. Sigh No More 1/3/2003
381. Sonnet 130: My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun 1/13/2003
382. From Venus And Adonis 1/20/2003
383. Fairy Land Ii 1/4/2003
384. Dirge Of The Three Queens 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. Winter 1/3/2003
388. Fairy Land I 1/4/2003
389. Aubade 1/4/2003
390. Dirge 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. Full Fathom Five 1/3/2003
394. Hark! Hark! The Lark 1/3/2003
395. Bridal Song 1/4/2003
396. Love 1/4/2003
397. Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind 1/3/2003
398. A Lover's Complaint 5/18/2001
399. O Mistress Mine, Where Are You Roaming? (Twelfth Night, Act Ii, Scene Iii) 1/3/2003
400. Fear No More 1/3/2003

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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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