William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

241. Sonnet 99: The Forward Violet Thus Did I Chide 1/13/2003
242. Sonnet Cliv 5/18/2001
243. Sonnet C 5/18/2001
244. Sonnet Cii 5/18/2001
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 5: Those Hours, That With Gentle Work Did Frame 1/13/2003
248. Sonnet 134: So, Now I Have Confessed That He Is Thine 1/13/2003
249. Sonnet 47: Betwixt Mine Eye And Heart A League Is Took 1/13/2003
250. The Phoenix And The Turtle 1/3/2003
251. Sonnet 4: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend 1/13/2003
252. Sonnet 89: Say That Thou Didst Forsake Me For Some Fault 1/13/2003
253. Sonnet 78: So Oft Have I Invoked Thee For My Muse 1/13/2003
254. Sonnet 24: Mine Eye Hath Played The Painter And Hath Stelled 1/13/2003
255. Sonnet 65: Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea 1/13/2003
256. Sonnet Cxl 5/18/2001
257. Sonnet 37: As A Decrepit Father Takes Delight 1/13/2003
258. Sonnet 64: When I Have Seen By Time's Fell Hand Defaced 1/13/2003
259. Sonnet 145: 3/30/2010
260. Sonnet 21: So Is It Not With Me As With That Muse 1/13/2003
261. Sonnet 58: That God Forbid, That Made Me First Your Slave 1/13/2003
262. Sonnet 88: When Thou Shalt Be Disposed To Set Me Light 1/13/2003
263. Sonnet 36: Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain 1/13/2003
264. Sonnet 139: O, Call Not Me To Justify The Wrong 1/13/2003
265. Sonnet 96: Some Say Thy Fault Is Youth, Some Wantonness 1/13/2003
266. Sonnet 91: Some Glory In Their Birth, Some In Their Skill 1/13/2003
267. Sonnet 137: Thou Blind Fool, Love, What Dost Thou To Mine Eyes 1/13/2003
268. Sonnet 43: When Most I Wink, Then Do Mine Eyes Best See 1/13/2003
269. Sonnet 41: Those Pretty Wrongs That Liberty Commits 1/13/2003
270. The Blossom 1/4/2003
271. Sonnet 22: My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old 1/13/2003
272. Take, O Take Those Lips Away 1/4/2003
273. Sonnet 35: No More Be Grieved At That Which Thou Hast Done 1/13/2003
274. Sonnet 136: If Thy Soul Check Thee That I Come So Near 1/13/2003
275. Sonnet 55: Not Marble, Nor The Gilded Monuments 1/13/2003
276. Sonnet Xviii: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? 1/3/2003
277. Sonnet 90: Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt; If Ever, Now 1/13/2003
278. Sonnet 93: So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True 1/13/2003
279. Sonnet 33: Full Many A Glorious Morning Have I Seen 1/13/2003
280. Sonnet 14: Not From The Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck 1/13/2003

Comments about William Shakespeare

  • 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 ...

Read the full of All The World's A Stage

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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