William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

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

Comments about William Shakespeare

  • Mike Reeks Mike Reeks (3/1/2016 1:58:00 AM)

    He had a complete understanding of the human condition. He defined us, defined who we are. His language, his amazing vocabulary, his range of expression, his imagery, his poetry are all unsurpassed. He is a part of our every day lives. We quote him without knowing. He is a part of the English language.

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  • Katie Hughes Katie Hughes (2/4/2016 8:50:00 AM)

    A poet that we must keep in our minds and our souls forevermore. He was the king of imagination at that time, but we must look to our future generations for the lasting of our poetic heritage.

  • Chetan Pandey Chetan Pandey (12/16/2015 9:04:00 PM)

    A poet who is still there among us...... He is the king of imagination

  • Ibrahim B . y (12/15/2015 7:38:00 AM)

    "faint heart never won fair lady "

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (12/10/2015 11:23:00 AM)

    'No legacy is so rich as honesty. '
    (All's Well that Ends Well, Act 3, Scene 5)

    'Nessuna eredità è cosi' ricca come l'onesta.'

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (12/10/2015 11:19:00 AM)

    'Cowards die many times
    before their deaths;
    The valiant never taste
    of death but once.'
    ('Julius Caesar', II,4)


    ''I codardi muoiono molte
    volte prima delle loro morti;
    il valoroso assaggia la
    morte solo una volta.''

  • Emeka Ajih Emeka Ajih (11/29/2015 8:45:00 AM)

    He is a True Great

  • Emeka Ajih Emeka Ajih (11/29/2015 8:45:00 AM)

    He is a True Great

  • mahmud muhammad (11/12/2015 3:42:00 AM)

    i believe william shakespear is the best poet and dramatist.

  • Anton K Anton K (11/5/2015 3:03:00 PM)

    Unbeatable. Unsurpassed. So human in spirit, so inhuman in skill.

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 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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