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William Shakespeare is generally considered to be one of, if not the, greatest writers in the English language. His works spanned thirty-seven plays, the best known of which have been performed for centuries, 154 sonnets , and five longer, narrative poems .
26 mar 2024 · read more about his influence. William Shakespeare was born on April 23, 1564, in Stratford-upon-Avon. The son of John Shakespeare and Mary Arden, he was probably educated at the King Edward VI Grammar School in Stratford, where he learned Latin and a little Greek and read the Roman dramatists. At eighteen, he married Anne Hathaway, a woman ...
Best William Shakespeare Sonnets. 1 Sonnet 27 — “Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed”. 2 Sonnet 116 — “Let me not to the marriage of true minds”. 3 Sonnet 130 — “My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun”. 4 Sonnet 129 — “The expense of spirit in a waste of shame”. 5 Sonnet 106 — “When in the chronicle of wasted ...
14 set 2022 · Poem:-. A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted. Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted. With shifting change as is false women’s fashion; An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling, Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
While William Shakespeare’s reputation is based primarily on his plays, he became famous first as a poet. With the partial exception of the Sonnets (1609), quarried since the early 19th century for autobiographical secrets allegedly encoded in them, the nondramatic writings have traditionally been pushed...
Sidney's title may have inspired Shakespeare, particularly if the "W.H." of Shakespeare's dedication is Sidney's nephew and heir, William Herbert. The idea that the persona referred to as the speaker of Shakespeare's sonnets might be Shakespeare himself, is aggressively repudiated by scholars; however, the title of the quarto does seem to encourage that kind of speculation.
Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold. By William Shakespeare. That time of year thou mayst in me behold. When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang. Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day. As after sunset fadeth in the west,
