William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Comments about William Shakespeare

  • Rookie - 475 Points Zoila T. Flores (8/2/2014 12:54:00 PM)

    To be or Not to be....
    On my soul, my eyes can see,
    When my goodness, comes to me.
    Shifting goodness,
    Over madness, I agree!

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  • Rookie Asharaf East (6/20/2014 9:25:00 PM)

    Ya

  • Gold Star - 4,980 Points Douglas Scotney (4/24/2014 2:26:00 AM)

    He felt very guilty when his son, Hamnet, died at Stratford at 11 years of age in 1596, while he was in London. Did he blame his wife and make her the Queen in Hamlet?

  • Rookie Parul Naveen (3/1/2014 12:50:00 AM)

    very nice poem.
    our life is just like that stage which is talk about in this poem.
    William Shakespeare is a great poet.

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  • Silver Star - 3,742 Points Wahab Abdul (12/12/2013 2:02:00 AM)

    Shakespeare employed the pathetic fallacy, or the attribution of human characteristics or emotions to elements in nature or inanimate objects, throughout his plays. In the sonnets, the speaker frequently employs the pathetic fallacy, associating his absence from the young man to the freezing days of December and the promise of their reunion to a pregnant spring. Weather and the seasons also stand in for human emotions: the speaker conveys his sense of foreboding about death by likening himself to autumn, a time in which nature’s objects begin to decay and ready themselves for winter, or death. Similarly, despite the arrival of “proud-pied April” (2) in Sonnet 98, the speaker still feels as if it were winter because he and the young man are apart. The speaker in Sonnet 18, one of Shakespeare’s most famous poems, begins by rhetorically asking the young man, “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? ” (1) . He spends the remainder of the poem explaining the multiple ways in which the young man is superior to a summer day, ultimately concluding that while summer ends, the young man’s beauty lives on in the permanence of poetry.

  • Rookie - 35 Points Sanjay Singh Saharan (11/2/2013 6:42:00 AM)

    this poem is very nice

  • Rookie - 3 Points Laurel Vijitha ... (10/10/2013 10:26:00 AM)

    whn he writes a poem n whn v read it cums to reality! ! he's just awsm! ! n I even lyk Robert Frost

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  • Rookie Rakshita Gupta (6/22/2013 5:30:00 AM)

    I like his every work but i just love his sonnets.
    In his every writing he makes us to slide into an entranced trauma and then all of a sudden digs our conscious out of it.
    i love these intense spellbound mysteries.

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 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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