William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

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  • Rookie Lilith Margret (11/20/2012 10:26:00 PM)

    William Shakespeare is brilliant!

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  • Rookie Ryan Walker (8/17/2012 1:13:00 AM)

    You know, Toslstoy actually wrote a criticism of Shakespeare, saying that he had read several of his Plays and described it in disgust as, lies. Despite my admiration for the man, I must disagree. Hamlet and Macbeth in particular were unbelievably beautiful.

  • Freshman - 746 Points Shahzia Batool (7/27/2012 10:14:00 AM)

    Ode to Shakespeare! ! !

    O Shakespeare!
    O Painter of the heart of Man!
    The mysteries of Nature got revealed on your soul;
    In vastness,
    Your spirit is vaster n deeper than the oceans;
    In insight,
    Your glance is higher than the stars;
    The spell by which you conquer hearts
    Is inimitable
    Even by scholars of wit and art …
    The meanings of your phrases are universally alive
    By the magic of your pen.
    Elixir drips and trickles from the flow of your ink.
    Every play of yours is enacted in every man's life.
    Every verse of yours is an exegesis of nature.
    Secrets get exposed by the style of your hand.
    Pains and joys of every man
    Voice out by your tongue.
    Nature is your modest bride,
    Beauty of your phrases do embellish her.
    You are a weaver of intense images.
    Meanings of your chants
    Are neither constrained to space nor limited to time.
    Sometimes you are out beyond the wit of sages
    So universal are your Man's life's stages.
    O Poet of the World!
    Alive as you are
    Will always stay alive;
    The light of your fame will never die out…

    Shahzia Batool

  • Rookie Daniel Davis (7/5/2012 8:15:00 AM)

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  • Rookie - 273 Points Christopher Tye (6/23/2012 10:38:00 AM)

    There arrived a man by whom all those who followed him are judged against.

  • Rookie Tiffany Hepworth (6/4/2012 3:29:00 PM)

    your poems are really interesting and complicated which makes them special and good.

  • Veteran Poet - 1,765 Points Sayeed Abubakar (5/14/2012 8:45:00 AM)

    Poets are greater than scientists. Among them, you are such one who creates wonder to be puzzled for ever.

  • Rookie - 0 Points Alok Mishra (4/20/2012 12:10:00 AM)

    Why is he called an artist of all time?
    You may apparently find it in his creations... They are of rare qualities. I love his sonnets, and all bear tremendous flow, rhythm, all of a great composition! Be IMMORTAL!

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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