William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

1. A Fairy Song 1/3/2003
2. A Lover's Complaint 5/18/2001
3. A Madrigal 3/29/2010
4. All The World's A Stage 1/20/2003
5. Aubade 1/4/2003
6. Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind 1/3/2003
7. Bridal Song 1/4/2003
8. Dirge 1/4/2003
9. Dirge Of The Three Queens 1/4/2003
10. Fairy Land I 1/4/2003
11. Fairy Land Ii 1/4/2003
12. Fairy Land Iii 1/4/2003
13. Fairy Land V 1/4/2003
14. Fear No More 1/3/2003
15. Fidele 1/4/2003
16. From The Rape Of Lucrece 4/17/2015
17. From Venus And Adonis 1/20/2003
18. Full Fathom Five 1/3/2003
19. Hark! Hark! The Lark 1/3/2003
20. Helen's Soliloqy (All's Well That Ends Well) 3/3/2015
21. How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been 3/29/2010
22. It Was A Lover And His Lass 1/4/2003
23. Juliet's Soliloquy 3/29/2010
24. Love 1/4/2003
25. My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun (Sonnet 130) 1/20/2003
26. Not From The Stars Do I My Judgment Pluck (Sonnet 14) 1/20/2003
27. Not Marble Nor The Guilded Monuments (Sonnet 55) 1/20/2003
28. Now The Hungry Lion Roars 3/2/2015
29. Now, My Co-Mates And Brothers In Exile 3/29/2010
30. O Mistress Mine, Where Are You Roaming? (Twelfth Night, Act Ii, Scene Iii) 1/3/2003
31. O Never Say That I Was False Of Heart 3/29/2010
32. Orpheus 1/4/2003
33. Orpheus With His Lute Made Trees 1/1/2004
34. Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? (Sonnet 18) 1/20/2003
35. Sigh No More 1/3/2003
36. Silvia 1/4/2003
37. Sonet Liv 5/18/2001
38. Sonnet 1: 3/30/2010
39. Sonnet 1: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase 1/13/2003
40. Sonnet 10: For Shame, Deny That Thou Bear'st Love To Any 1/13/2003
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 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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