William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

161. Sonnet 67: Ah, Wherefore With Infection Should He Live 1/13/2003
162. Sonnet 69: Those Parts Of Thee That The World's Eye Doth View 1/13/2003
163. Sonnet 7: “lo In The Orient When The Gracious Light…” 3/30/2010
164. Sonnet 7: Lo, In The Orient When The Gracious Light 1/13/2003
165. Sonnet 70: That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect 1/13/2003
166. Sonnet 70:That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect… 3/30/2010
167. Sonnet 71: No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead 1/13/2003
168. Sonnet 72: O, Lest The World Should Task You To Recite 1/13/2003
169. Sonnet 73: That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold 1/13/2003
170. Sonnet 74: But Be Contented When That Fell Arrest 1/13/2003
171. Sonnet 75: So Are You To My Thoughts As Food To Life 1/13/2003
172. Sonnet 76: Why Is My Verse So Barren Of New Pride? 1/13/2003
173. Sonnet 77: Thy Glass Will Show Thee How Thy Beauties Wear 1/13/2003
174. Sonnet 78: So Oft Have I Invoked Thee For My Muse 1/13/2003
175. Sonnet 79: Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon Thy Aid 1/13/2003
176. Sonnet 8: Music To Hear, Why Hear'st Thou Music Sadly? 1/13/2003
177. Sonnet 80: O, How I Faint When I Of You Do Write 1/13/2003
178. Sonnet 81: Or I Shall Live Your Epitaph To Make 1/13/2003
179. Sonnet 82: I Grant Thou Wert Not Married To My Muse 1/13/2003
180. Sonnet 83: I Never Saw That You Did Painting Need 1/13/2003
181. Sonnet 84: Who Is It That Says Most, Which Can Say More 1/13/2003
182. Sonnet 84: Who Is It That Says Most, Which Can Say More 3/30/2010
183. Sonnet 85: My Tongue-Tied Muse In Manners Holds Her Still 1/13/2003
184. Sonnet 86: Was It The Proud Full Sail Of His Great Verse 1/13/2003
185. Sonnet 87: Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My Possessing 1/13/2003
186. Sonnet 88: When Thou Shalt Be Disposed To Set Me Light 1/13/2003
187. Sonnet 89: Say That Thou Didst Forsake Me For Some Fault 1/13/2003
188. Sonnet 9: Is It For Fear To Wet A Widow's Eye 1/13/2003
189. Sonnet 90: Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt; If Ever, Now 1/13/2003
190. Sonnet 91: Some Glory In Their Birth, Some In Their Skill 1/13/2003
191. Sonnet 92: But Do Thy Worst To Steal Thyself Away 3/30/2010
192. Sonnet 93: So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True 3/30/2010
193. Sonnet 93: So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True 1/13/2003
194. Sonnet 94: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None 1/13/2003
195. Sonnet 95: How Sweet And Lovely Dost Thou Make The Shame 1/13/2003
196. Sonnet 96: Some Say Thy Fault Is Youth, Some Wantonness 1/13/2003
197. Sonnet 97: How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been 1/13/2003
198. Sonnet 98: From You Have I Been Absent In The Spring 1/13/2003
199. Sonnet 99: The Forward Violet Thus Did I Chide 1/13/2003
200. Sonnet C 5/18/2001

Comments about William Shakespeare

  • john cena (12/4/2017 5:35:00 PM)

    boring af: /jbhjhbjnbhj n b hhbbhhbjbhjbhj hj

    4 person liked.
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  • Pynthamil Pavendan (12/3/2017 8:35:00 AM)

    What a talent

  • mac stiles (11/28/2017 9:58:00 AM)

    he is one of the best people who lived in this world and I wished he was immoral always and everyone else too

  • Ashutosh (11/28/2017 4:16:00 AM)

    You are like a superpower to me.
    The world can't see and I don't want to show.
    I live parallely in two universe.
    The one I show
    The another we see.
    It may has shattered me into pieces
    But that is where I find my species.

  • aaron (11/27/2017 5:33:00 AM)

    i love this poet he is the best

  • Rubina (11/26/2017 11:59:00 PM)

    Really , William Shakespeare is national poet of England.

  • Hamlet (11/16/2017 2:45:00 AM)


  • Joshua Aaron Guillory (10/24/2017 10:49:00 PM)

    ''I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honor to Shakespeare, that in his writing, (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, “Would he had blotted a thousand, '' which they thought a malevolent speech. I had not told posterity this but for their ignorance, who chose that circumstance to commend their friend by wherein he most faulted; and to justify mine own candor, (for I loved the man, and do honor his memory (on this side idolatry) as much as any.) He was (indeed) honest, and of an open and free nature; had an excellent fancy, brave notions, and gentle expressions, wherein he flowed with that facility that sometime it was necessary he should be stopped. “Sufflaminandus erat: '' (He should have been clogged) as Augustus said of Haterius. His wit was in his own power; would the rule of it had been so too. Many times he fell into those things, could not escape laughter, as when he said in the person of Cæsar, one speaking to him: “Cæsar, thou dost me wrong.” He replied: “Cæsar did never wrong, but with just cause; '' and such like; which were ridiculous. But he redeemed his vices with his virtues. There was ever more in him to be praised than to be pardoned.'' - Ben Jonson (1572 - 1637) , 'De Shakespeare Nostrat' (Of our countryman, Shakespeare)

  • Dineo Seutloali (8/21/2017 12:04:00 PM)

    he is the most famous writer in English and yes he was talented

  • Marie Lanier (5/18/2017 6:05:00 AM)

    when did Shakespeare start poetry?

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 Li

Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O, what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
In winged speed no motion shall I know:
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;

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