William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

241. Sonnet Ii: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow 1/3/2003
242. Sonnet 6: Then Let Not Winter's Ragged Hand Deface 1/13/2003
243. Sonnet 148: O Me! What Eyes Hath Love Put In My Head 1/13/2003
244. Sonnet Cviii 5/18/2001
245. Sonnet Lxx 12/31/2002
246. Sonnet 149: Canst Thou, O Cruel, Say I Love Thee Not 1/13/2003
247. Sonnet 154: The Little Love-God Lying Once Asleep 1/13/2003
248. Sonnet 31: Thy Bosom Is EndearÈD With All Hearts 1/13/2003
249. Sonnet 136: If Thy Soul Check Thee That I Come So Near 1/13/2003
250. Sonnet 90: Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt; If Ever, Now 1/13/2003
251. Sonnet 33: Full Many A Glorious Morning Have I Seen 1/13/2003
252. Sonnet 115: Those Lines That I Before Have Writ Do Lie 1/13/2003
253. Sonnet 94: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None 1/13/2003
254. Sonnet 122: Thy Gift, Thy Tables, Are Within My Brain 1/13/2003
255. Sonnet 56: Sweet Love, Renew Thy Force, Be It Not Said 1/13/2003
256. Sonnets Xxxiii: Full Many A Glorious Morning Have I Seen 1/1/2004
257. Sonnets Xxx: When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought 1/1/2004
258. Sonnets Xxv: Let Those Who Are In Favour With Their Stars 1/1/2004
259. Sonnet 101: O Truant Muse, What Shall Be Thy Amends 1/13/2003
260. Sonnet 74: But Be Contented When That Fell Arrest 1/13/2003
261. Sonnet 22: My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old 1/13/2003
262. Sonnet 131: Thou Art As Tyrannous, So As Thou Art 1/13/2003
263. Sonnet Xviii: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? 1/3/2003
264. Sonnet 118: Like As To Make Our Appetite More Keen 1/13/2003
265. Sonnets Xix: Devouring Time, Blunt Thou The Lion's Paws 1/1/2004
266. Sonnet 140: Be Wise As Thou Art Cruel; Do Not Press 1/13/2003
267. Sonnet 112: Your Love And Pity Doth Th' Impression Fill 1/13/2003
268. Sonnet 150: O From What Power Hast Thou This Powerful Might 1/13/2003
269. Sonnet 123: No, Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That I Do Change 1/13/2003
270. Sonnet 62: Sin Of Self-Love Possesseth All Mine Eye 1/13/2003
271. Sonnet 132: Thine Eyes I Love, And They, As Pitying Me 1/13/2003
272. Sonnet Cxlv 5/18/2001
273. Sonnet 65: Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea 1/13/2003
274. Sonnet 114: Or Whether Doth My Mind, Being Crowned With You 1/13/2003
275. Sonnet 34: Why Didst Thou Promise Such A Beauteous Day 1/13/2003
276. Sonnet Li 5/21/2001
277. Sonnet Lx 5/21/2001
278. Sonnet 98: From You Have I Been Absent In The Spring 1/13/2003
279. Sonnet 64: When I Have Seen By Time's Fell Hand Defaced 1/13/2003
280. Sonnet 107: Not Mine Own Fears, Nor The Prophetic Soul 1/13/2003

Comments about William Shakespeare

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  • shanny (5/15/2018 1:13:00 AM)

    your were the best william, will always love your poems

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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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