William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

poet William Shakespeare
#2 on top 500 poets

William Shakespeare Poems

401. Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? (Sonnet 18) 1/20/2003
402. A Fairy Song 1/3/2003
403. All The World's A Stage 1/20/2003

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  • Anurag Kumar Singh (4/25/2018 7:45:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem

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  • Ankita chaudhary (4/25/2018 7:14:00 AM)

    All poems of william shakespeare are the best.

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  • lovelyd (4/23/2018 3:47:00 PM)

    I need help finding a poem by Shakespeare. A line is, Though she be but little, she is fierce.

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  • alassane doumbouya (4/15/2018 5:24:00 PM)

    this england about shakespeare

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  • Ashlk (4/15/2018 1:16:00 AM)

    You think it’s true I
    I would say no
    So come on with me

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  • the poet of poetry (4/9/2018 8:20:00 PM)

    roses are red
    sugar is sweet
    he boot too big
    for he got feet

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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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