William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

161. Sonnet Xc 5/21/2001
162. Sonnet Xlviii 5/21/2001
163. Sonnet 125: Were'T Aught To Me I Bore The Canopy 1/13/2003
164. Sonnet Lxxxviii 5/21/2001
165. Sonnet Cx 5/18/2001
166. Sonnet Xlvi 5/21/2001
167. Sonnet 26: Lord Of My Love, To Whom In Vassalage… 3/30/2010
168. Sonnet Ix 5/21/2001
169. Sonnets Xx 1/4/2003
170. Sonnet 15: 3/30/2010
171. Sonnet 38: 3/30/2010
172. Sonnet 2: 3/30/2010
173. Sonnet Cvii: Not Mine Own Fears, Nor The Prophetic Soul 1/3/2003
174. Sonnet Iii: Look In Thy Glass, And Tell The Face Thou Viewest 1/3/2003
175. Sonnet Xciii 5/21/2001
176. Sonnet Xiii 5/21/2001
177. Sonnet 43: When Most I Wink, Then Do Mine Eyes Best See 1/13/2003
178. Sonnet Lxxix 12/31/2002
179. Sonnets Cxvi: Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds 1/1/2004
180. Sonnet Lv 5/21/2001
181. Sonnet 135: Whoever Hath Her Wish, Thou Hast Thy Will 1/13/2003
182. Sonnet Xxxvi 5/21/2001
183. Sonnet 81: Or I Shall Live Your Epitaph To Make 1/13/2003
184. Sonnets Vi 1/4/2003
185. Sonnet Xxxii: If Thou Survive My Well-Contented Day 1/3/2003
186. Sonnet 4: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend 1/13/2003
187. Sonnet Xi 5/21/2001
188. Sonnet 54: O, How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem 1/13/2003
189. Sonnet 53: What Is Your Substance, Whereof Are You Made 1/13/2003
190. Sonnet 51: Thus Can My Love Excuse The Slow Offence 1/13/2003
191. Sonnet 86: Was It The Proud Full Sail Of His Great Verse 1/13/2003
192. Sonnet Xv: When I Consider Everything That Grows 1/3/2003
193. Sonnet 97: How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been 1/13/2003
194. Sonnet Cxxviii 5/18/2001
195. Sonnet Xxxviii: How Can My Muse Want Subject To Invent 1/3/2003
196. Sonnets Xciv: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None 1/1/2004
197. Sonnets Xvi 1/4/2003
198. Sonnet Civ 5/18/2001
199. Sonnet Cxviii 5/18/2001
200. Sonnet 39: O, How Thy Worth With Manners May I Sing 1/13/2003

Comments about William Shakespeare

  • James (6/24/2018 7:10:00 AM)

    William Shakespeare’s poetry can get a bit repetitive but it was very good and it was not that hard

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  • Jacket (6/24/2018 7:08:00 AM)

    It was not good as it was very boring and after the first few sentences it didn’t make any sense

  • Truthbomb McGee (6/17/2018 6:18:00 PM)

    How is Shakespeare No.2? ? ? He isn't even primarily a poet like what? ? He makes OK poems and great plays but seriously No.2? ! ? ! ? ! That is stupid.

  • Shivam jha (6/17/2018 12:03:00 AM)

    Very good but something is wrong

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  • shiela lae (6/12/2018 8:55:00 AM)

    its realy amazing

  • olivia (6/12/2018 8:44:00 AM)

    sonnet 18 is the best👍

  • Skrr Skrr man 69 (6/11/2018 7:54:00 AM)

    william shakespeare can suck my ceesy

  • Jez Brul Jez Brul (6/10/2018 5:29:00 AM)

    William Shakespeare (Haiku 15) - Poem by Jez Brul
    Your forehead so vast
    Like earth's panoramic view;
    I cannot fathom.


    Jez Brul

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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 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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