William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

241. Sonnet Cii 5/18/2001
242. Sonnet 24: Mine Eye Hath Played The Painter And Hath Stelled 1/13/2003
243. Sonnet Cxxi 5/18/2001
244. Sonnet 36: Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain 1/13/2003
245. Sonnet 79: Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon Thy Aid 1/13/2003
246. Sonnet 86: Was It The Proud Full Sail Of His Great Verse 1/13/2003
247. Sonnet 107: 3/30/2010
248. Sonnet 5: Those Hours, That With Gentle Work Did Frame 1/13/2003
249. Sonnet 48: How Careful Was I, When I Took My Way 1/13/2003
250. Sonnet 134: So, Now I Have Confessed That He Is Thine 1/13/2003
251. Sonnet 47: Betwixt Mine Eye And Heart A League Is Took 1/13/2003
252. Sonnet 98: From You Have I Been Absent In The Spring 1/13/2003
253. Sonnet 63: Against My Love Shall Be, As I Am Now 1/13/2003
254. Sonnet 58: That God Forbid, That Made Me First Your Slave 1/13/2003
255. Sonnet 139: O, Call Not Me To Justify The Wrong 1/13/2003
256. The Phoenix And The Turtle 1/3/2003
257. Sonnet 37: As A Decrepit Father Takes Delight 1/13/2003
258. Sonnet 89: Say That Thou Didst Forsake Me For Some Fault 1/13/2003
259. Sonnet 137: Thou Blind Fool, Love, What Dost Thou To Mine Eyes 1/13/2003
260. Sonnet 43: When Most I Wink, Then Do Mine Eyes Best See 1/13/2003
261. Sonnet Cxl 5/18/2001
262. Sonnet 145: 3/30/2010
263. Sonnet 21: So Is It Not With Me As With That Muse 1/13/2003
264. Sonnet 136: If Thy Soul Check Thee That I Come So Near 1/13/2003
265. Sonnet 55: Not Marble, Nor The Gilded Monuments 1/13/2003
266. Sonnet 88: When Thou Shalt Be Disposed To Set Me Light 1/13/2003
267. Sonnet Xviii: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? 1/3/2003
268. Sonnet 96: Some Say Thy Fault Is Youth, Some Wantonness 1/13/2003
269. Sonnet 91: Some Glory In Their Birth, Some In Their Skill 1/13/2003
270. Sonnet 121:Tis Better To Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed 3/30/2010
271. Sonnet 125: Were'T Aught To Me I Bore The Canopy 1/13/2003
272. Sonnet 42: That Thou Hast Her, It Is Not All My Grief 1/13/2003
273. Sonnet 13: O, That You Were Your Self! But, Love, You Are 1/13/2003
274. Sonnet 122: Thy Gift, Thy Tables, Are Within My Brain 1/13/2003
275. Sonnet 22: My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old 1/13/2003
276. Sonnet 150: O From What Power Hast Thou This Powerful Might 1/13/2003
277. Sonnet 90: Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt; If Ever, Now 1/13/2003
278. Sonnet 133: Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan 1/13/2003
279. Sonnet 93: So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True 1/13/2003
280. Sonnet 148: O Me! What Eyes Hath Love Put In My Head 1/13/2003

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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 Cviii

What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what new to register,
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must, each day say o'er the very same,
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case

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