William Shakespeare

Here you will Find all the Poems and Quotations Of William Shakespeare.

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Bridal Song by William Shakespeare

ROSES, their sharp spines being gone,Not royal in their smells alone,But in their hue;Maiden pinks, of odour faint,Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint,And sweet thyme true; Primrose, firstborn child of Ver;Merry springtime’s harbinger,With her bells dim;Oxlips in their cradles growing,Marigolds on death-beds blowing,Larks’-heels trim; All dear Nature’s children sweetLie ‘fore bride and bridegroom’s feet,Blessing their sense!Not…

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Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Winda by William Shakespeare

Blow, blow, thou winter windThou art not so unkindAs man’s ingratitude;Thy tooth is not so keen,Because thou art not seen,Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:Most freindship if feigning, most loving mere folly:Then heigh-ho, the holly!This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,That does not bite so nighAs…

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Antony and Cleopatra by William Shakespeare

Enobarbus describes Queen Cleopatra Enobarbus: I will tell you.The barge she sat in, like a burnish’d throne,Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold;Purple the sails, and so perfumed thatThe winds were lovesick with them; the oars were silver,Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and madeThe water which they beat to follow…

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All the World’s a Stage by William Shakespeare

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 satchelAnd shining morning face, creeping like snailUnwillingly to school. And…

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Lover’s Complaint by William Shakespeare

FROM off a hill whose concave womb rewordedA plaintful story from a sistering vale,My spirits to attend this double voice accorded,And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale;Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,Storming her world with sorrow’s wind and rain. Upon her head a platted hive of…

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A Fairy Song by William Shakespeare

Over hill, over dale,Thorough bush, thorough brier,Over park, over pale,Thorough flood, thorough fire!I do wander everywhere,Swifter than the moon’s sphere;And I serve the Fairy Queen,To dew her orbs upon the green;The cowslips tall her pensioners be;In their gold coats spots you see;Those be rubies, fairy favours;In those freckles live their savours;I must go seek some…