William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

121. Sonnet Ii: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow 1/3/2003
122. Sonnet Iii: Look In Thy Glass, And Tell The Face Thou Viewest 1/3/2003
123. The Passionate Pilgrim 3/29/2010
124. Sonnets I 1/4/2003
125. Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase 1/3/2003
126. Sonnet Xxxviii: How Can My Muse Want Subject To Invent 1/3/2003
127. Sonnet Xxvii 5/21/2001
128. Sonnets Cx: Alas, 'Tis True I Have Gone Here And There 1/1/2004
129. Sonnet Xxx: When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought 1/3/2003
130. Sonnet Li 5/21/2001
131. Sonnet Xv: When I Consider Everything That Grows 1/3/2003
132. Sonnet Xxxiv 5/21/2001
133. Sonnet Xxxii: If Thou Survive My Well-Contented Day 1/3/2003
134. Sonnets Lx: Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbl'D Shor 1/1/2004
135. Sonnets Cxlvi: Poor Soul, The Centre Of My Sinful Earth 1/1/2004
136. Sonnet Lxxxii 5/21/2001
137. Sonnet 63: Against My Love Shall Be As I Am Now 3/30/2010
138. Sonnets Ix 1/4/2003
139. Sonnet Cxlix 5/18/2001
140. Sonnet Cxlviii 5/18/2001
141. Sonnet Cxiii 5/18/2001
142. Sonnet Lxxv 12/31/2002
143. Sonnet 2: 3/30/2010
144. Sonnet 69: Those Parts Of Thee That The World's Eye Doth View 1/13/2003
145. Sonnet Xxix: When, In Disgrace With Fortune And Men's Eyes 1/3/2003
146. St. Crispin’s Day Speech: From Henry V 3/29/2010
147. Sonnet Xciv: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None 1/3/2003
148. Sonnet Cxxvi 5/18/2001
149. Sonnet Cxvii 5/18/2001
150. Sonnets Xxix: When, In Disgrace With Fortune And Men's Eyes 1/1/2004
151. Sonnet Cxxxi 5/18/2001
152. Sonnet 61: Is It Thy Will Thy Image Should Keep Open 1/13/2003
153. Sonnet Cxliv 5/18/2001
154. Sonnets Vii 1/4/2003
155. Sonnet Lii 5/21/2001
156. Sonnet Cxxiii 5/18/2001
157. Sonnet 93: So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True 3/30/2010
158. The Dark Lady Sonnets (127 - 154) 3/29/2010
159. Sonnets Xciv: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None 1/1/2004
160. Sonnet Cxxv 5/18/2001

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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 ...

Read the full of All The World's A Stage

Sonnet Lxxvii

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Look, what thy memory can not contain

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