William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

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

Comments about William Shakespeare

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  • Keira Freckelton (3/17/2018 8:08:00 AM)

    I love this so much

  • Joshua Adeyemi Joshua Adeyemi (3/4/2018 8:03:00 AM)

    Shakspear is not a poet:
    But himself a poem.

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  • Alexander rose (3/2/2018 3:23:00 PM)

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  • nyomi dixon (2/28/2018 12:43:00 PM)

    the fairy song didn't make any sense but i liked it anyway plus i'm doing a poem on it in class today and by doing a poem on it i mean copy it on a piece of paper, read it to my class then give it to my teacher.

  • anuradha (2/25/2018 3:08:00 AM)

    please accept me the way i am, i am, who i am, i may not be a person, you wants me to be, i may not do the things you wants me to do

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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 Lxvi

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,

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