William Shakespeare, Author at The Imaginative Conservative

About William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare (1564-1616) was an English poet, playwright, and actor, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. He is often called England's national poet, and the "Bard of Avon." His extant works, including collaborations, consist of approximately 38 plays, 154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, and a few other verses. His plays have been translated into every major living language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright.

Sonnet 73

By William Shakespeare|2017-10-01T14:47:50-05:00September 30th, 2017|Categories: Poetry, 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. […]

“Let me not to the marriage of true minds”

By William Shakespeare|2021-11-27T10:39:51-06:00April 23rd, 2017|Categories: Poetry, William Shakespeare|

Sonnet 116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's [...]

Sonnet 98

By William Shakespeare|2017-06-13T12:31:03-05:00April 24th, 2016|Categories: Poetry, William Shakespeare|

From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress’d in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy Saturn laugh’d and leap’d with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me [...]

Where art thou Muse that thou forget’st so long

By William Shakespeare|2015-05-10T13:01:43-05:00May 10th, 2015|Categories: Poetry|

Where art thou Muse that thou forget’st so long, To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? Spend’st thou thy fury on some worthless song, Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light? Return forgetful Muse, and straight redeem, In gentle numbers time so idly spent; Sing to the ear that doth thy [...]