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William Shakespeare
23 April 1564 - 23 April 1616
William Shakespeare was an English playwright, poet, and actor. He is considered one of the greatest writers in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. He is known as England's national poet and 'the Bard of Avon'. His works consist of 39 plays, 154 sonnets, three long narrative poems, and a few other verses. He is a highly influential figure in the world of literature. His plays and sonnets are still studied to this day.
He was part of the Elizabethan and Jacobean Era and the Renaissance movement. In 1593 and 1594 when theatre's closed due to the plague, Shakespeare published two narrative on explicit themes, 'Venus and Adonis' and 'The rape of Lucrece' a third narrative poem 'a lovers complaint' was printed in the first edition of The Sonnets in 1609.
His standard poetic form was a blank verse composed in iambic pentameter. Once he mastered the traditional blank verse, he began to interrupt and vary its flow. After Hamlet, his poetic style varied it became more 'concentrated and rapid', especially in more emotional passages. He used several techniques to achieve this, like run-on lines, irregular pauses and stops, and extreme variations in sentence structure and lengths.
Themes
The passage of time | love | infidelity | jealousy | beauty | mortality
Featured Works
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Sonnet 18 Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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Sonnet 71 No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell; Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if (I say) you look upon this verse, When I (perhaps) compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone.
