William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

201. Sonnet Cx 5/18/2001
202. Sonnet 32: If Thou Survive My Well-Contented Day 1/13/2003
203. Sonnet 38: How Can My Muse Want Subject To Invent 1/13/2003
204. Sonnet Cxli 5/18/2001
205. Sonnet 24: “mine Eye Hath Played The Painter And Hath Stelled…” 3/30/2010
206. Sonnet 54: O, How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem 1/13/2003
207. Sonnet 6: Then Let Not Winter's Ragged Hand Deface 1/13/2003
208. Sonnet Cxviii 5/18/2001
209. Sonnet Cv 5/18/2001
210. Sonnet Cxxviii 5/18/2001
211. Sonnet 81: Or I Shall Live Your Epitaph To Make 1/13/2003
212. Sonnet Ciii 5/18/2001
213. Sonnet Cxlii 5/18/2001
214. Sonnet 36: Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain 1/13/2003
215. Sonnet Cxliii 5/18/2001
216. Sonnet 107: 3/30/2010
217. Sonnet 135: Whoever Hath Her Wish, Thou Hast Thy Will 1/13/2003
218. Sonnet Cl 5/18/2001
219. Sonnet 39: O, How Thy Worth With Manners May I Sing 1/13/2003
220. Sonnet Cxlvii 5/18/2001
221. Sonnet Cix 5/18/2001
222. Twelve O'Clock - Fairy Time 3/29/2010
223. Sonnet 63: Against My Love Shall Be, As I Am Now 1/13/2003
224. Sonnet 46: Mine Eye And Heart Are At A Mortal War 1/13/2003
225. Sonnet 34: Why Didst Thou Promise Such A Beauteous Day 1/13/2003
226. Sonnet Cvii: Not Mine Own Fears, Nor The Prophetic Soul 1/3/2003
227. Sonnet 76: Why Is My Verse So Barren Of New Pride? 1/13/2003
228. Sonnet Cxv 5/18/2001
229. Sonnet 78: So Oft Have I Invoked Thee For My Muse 1/13/2003
230. Sonnet Cviii 5/18/2001
231. Sonnet Civ 5/18/2001
232. Sonnet Cxlvi 12/31/2002
233. Sonnet Cxix 5/18/2001
234. Sonnet Cxxi 5/18/2001
235. Sonnet 5: Those Hours, That With Gentle Work Did Frame 1/13/2003
236. Sonnet 37: As A Decrepit Father Takes Delight 1/13/2003
237. Sonnet Cxlv 5/18/2001
238. Sonnet 9: Is It For Fear To Wet A Widow's Eye 1/13/2003
239. Sonnet 51: Thus Can My Love Excuse The Slow Offence 1/13/2003
240. Sonnet 85: My Tongue-Tied Muse In Manners Holds Her Still 1/13/2003

Comments about William Shakespeare

  • Hamlet (11/16/2017 2:45:00 AM)


    21 person liked.
    3 person did not like.
  • 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?

  • Greg Bell Greg Bell (4/16/2017 5:02:00 PM)

    I have been a Bardaholic ever since I discovered his work in class in High School. The secret (if there is one) is that our teacher had us Read the Work Aloud. Bingo. As I've just discovered this list, and as we celebrate his birth in exactly 1 week, here's a celebration of the day I discovered my love of the Bard:

    The Earth Corroborates My Find

    Stranger in town, I am alone
    as I leave the Harvard COOP
    (rabbit warren of books, books, books)
    pleased with myself and with my find
    for under my arm is a hard cover edition
    impeccably edited by G.B. Harrison
    of The Complete Works of Shakespeare

    As I trudge through Harvard Square
    my feet crunch and sink through the outer
    crust of snow, frozen thread from sky
    to earth, that sucks at me as mud
    but winter’s chill on my bones is overcome
    by the warmth of this my find
    for all but the apocryphal plays
    are now at my fingertips
    destined to be well marked and thumbed
    in my Shakespearean peregrinations:

    From The Comedy of Errors
    through the Henries and the Richards
    to the sublime valedictory
    of The Tempest, all here
    All here Venus and Adonis
    The Rape of Lucrece
    the cryptic, enigmatical
    Phoenix and the Turtle
    and the Sonnets, open windows
    to the Bard himself
    all of whom I feel I’ve freed

    These many lives I carry with me
    lost in this realization, when
    a bird chirps my senses back
    to the moment – such a moment!
    aware now for the first time
    the sun is peeking through
    winter’s miasma, melting icicles
    evanescent on the trees, revealing tiny
    mighty green buds a’growin’
    and up through the snow

    crocus pushes toward the sky
    my leaping heart begins to sing
    we join the chorus, ghosts and I
    for it’s now Hallelujah Spring!

  • Joshua Adeyemi (4/3/2017 12:33:00 PM)

    Great Great Awesome Awesome And A Motivation

  • Soud Al Dawood Soud Al Dawood (3/31/2017 8:16:00 AM)

    lol nigga, your ded as shit boi.

  • Nourhan Ali (12/29/2016 5:13:00 AM)

    He is the greatest poet at all

  • Rose Kanana Rose Kanana (11/4/2016 10:15:00 AM)

    A great poet of all seasons. Good work you have shared with the world.

  • Sushmita Dutta Sushmita Dutta (6/11/2016 5:32:00 AM)

    Born and dead on Avon the same date,23rd April
    Romantic playwright Shakespeare none can ignore!
    He ever lives in his 32 Plays and 154 Sonnets......!

    His plays are mirror to life reflecting about humans
    In seven ages of men opening the curtain to show
    As child, pupil, lover, soldier, courtier, wise, old man!

    What a quintessence of precious dust man is, he says!
    Warrior, philosophic in nature, gentle and noble man
    Surely cannot take revenge on murderer of his father!

    Unlike Hamlet, Prince Hal jovial with fat Falstaff, yet
    At the time of emergency fights bravely for nation
    And proves himself to be worthy son to his father!

    That character Shakespeare develops further into
    His favourite hero Richard III and gives a sketch
    And full picture to the best he can to immortality!

    Comedy or Tragedy or history, he shows his skill,
    Power and range depicting characters none can forget
    And refer in life parallel happenings to one and all!

    Whoever loved, that loved not at first sight.....?
    Love at first sight we came to know from him first!
    Romeo and Juliet & Antony and Cleopatra live long!

    Star crossed lovers' hearts stricken with arrow
    Cupid boy releases from his bow never fails and
    Lovers live or die together to be immortals ever!

    Cleopatra's serpentine beauty captures hearts of
    Emperor Julius Caesar and his faithful friend Antony
    Till death and suicides herself by the bite of snake!

    He creates romantic love life controlled by Nature
    At first and at the end of his career makes Nature
    Go under the control of man envisaging future too!

    For him life is such stuff as dreams are made on
    And is rounded off with a sleep at the end sure!
    Closing curtain so in blank verse he ends in sonnets!

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 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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