William Shakespeare Poems

William Shakespeare Poems

151Sonnet 57: Being Your Slave, What Should I Do But Tend
152Sonnet 58: That God Forbid, That Made Me First Your Slave
153Sonnet 59: If There Be Nothing New, But That Which Is
154Sonnet 5: Those Hours, That With Gentle Work Did Frame
155Sonnet 60: Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbled Shore
156Sonnet 61: Is It Thy Will Thy Image Should Keep Open
157Sonnet 62: Sin Of Self-Love Possesseth All Mine Eye
158Sonnet 63: Against My Love Shall Be As I Am Now
159Sonnet 63: Against My Love Shall Be, As I Am Now
160Sonnet 64: When I Have Seen By Time's Fell Hand Defaced
161Sonnet 65: Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea
162Sonnet 66: Tired With All These, For Restful Death I Cry
163Sonnet 67: Ah, Wherefore With Infection Should He Live
164Sonnet 69: Those Parts Of Thee That The World's Eye Doth View
165Sonnet 6: Then Let Not Winter's Ragged Hand Deface
166Sonnet 70: That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect
167Sonnet 70:That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect…
168Sonnet 71: No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead
169Sonnet 72: O, Lest The World Should Task You To Recite
170Sonnet 73: That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold
171Sonnet 74: But Be Contented When That Fell Arrest
172Sonnet 75: So Are You To My Thoughts As Food To Life
173Sonnet 76: Why Is My Verse So Barren Of New Pride?
174Sonnet 77: Thy Glass Will Show Thee How Thy Beauties Wear
175Sonnet 78: So Oft Have I Invoked Thee For My Muse
176Sonnet 79: Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon Thy Aid
177Sonnet 7: Lo, In The Orient When The Gracious Light
178Sonnet 7: “lo In The Orient When The Gracious Light…”
179Sonnet 80: O, How I Faint When I Of You Do Write
180Sonnet 81: Or I Shall Live Your Epitaph To Make
181Sonnet 82: I Grant Thou Wert Not Married To My Muse
182Sonnet 83: I Never Saw That You Did Painting Need
183Sonnet 84: Who Is It That Says Most, Which Can Say More
184Sonnet 85: My Tongue-Tied Muse In Manners Holds Her Still
185Sonnet 86: Was It The Proud Full Sail Of His Great Verse
186Sonnet 87: Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My Possessing
187Sonnet 88: When Thou Shalt Be Disposed To Set Me Light
188Sonnet 89: Say That Thou Didst Forsake Me For Some Fault
189Sonnet 8: Music To Hear, Why Hear'st Thou Music Sadly?
190Sonnet 90: Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt; If Ever, Now
191Sonnet 91: Some Glory In Their Birth, Some In Their Skill
192Sonnet 92: But Do Thy Worst To Steal Thyself Away
193Sonnet 93: So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True
194Sonnet 94: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None
195Sonnet 95: How Sweet And Lovely Dost Thou Make The Shame
196Sonnet 96: Some Say Thy Fault Is Youth, Some Wantonness
197Sonnet 97: How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been
198Sonnet 98: From You Have I Been Absent In The Spring
199Sonnet 99: The Forward Violet Thus Did I Chide
200Sonnet 9: Is It For Fear To Wet A Widow's Eye

Best Poem of William Shakespeare

The Canakin Clink Pub Song (From 'Othello')
And let me the canakin clink, clink;
And let me the canakin clink
A soldier's a man;
A life's but a span;
Why, then, let a soldier drink. . . .
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Twelve O'Clock - Fairy Time
Through the house give glimmering light
By the dead and drowsy fire;
Every elf and fairy sprite
hop as light as bird from brier.

Now, until the break of day
Through this house each fairy stray. . . .
Read the full of Twelve O'Clock - Fairy Time