Poems by William Shakespeare

Poems by William Shakespeare

The Phoenix And The Turtle , by William Shakespeare

Let the bird of loudest lay,
On the sole Arabian tree,
Herald sad and trumpet be,
To whose sou...

The Procreation Sonnets , by William Shakespeare


From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But a...

The Quality Of Mercy , by William Shakespeare

The quality of mercy is not strain'd.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place b...

The Rival Poet Sonnets , by William Shakespeare


So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse,
And found such fair assistance in my verse
As e...

To Be, Or Not To Be , by William Shakespeare

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings ...

Twelve O'Clock - Fairy Time , by William Shakespeare

Through the house give glimmering light
By the dead and drowsy fire;
Every elf and fairy sprite

Under The Greenwood Tree , by William Shakespeare

Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's...

When In Disgrace With Fortune And Men's Eyes , by William Shakespeare

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble ...

When That I Was And A Little Tiny Boy , by William Shakespeare

When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing w...

When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought (Sonnet 30) , by William Shakespeare

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the ...

Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest) , by William Shakespeare

WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry....

William Shakespeare Epitaph , by William Shakespeare

Good frend for Iesvs sake forebeare,
To digg the dvst encloased heare.
Bleste be Middle English ...

Winter , by William Shakespeare

When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the ...

Witches Chant (From Macbeth) , by William Shakespeare

Round about the couldron go:
In the poisones entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days an...

Sonnet Iii: Look In Thy Glass, And Tell The Face Thou Viewest , by William Shakespeare

Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another...