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Leave it to Fate

William shakespeare
He penned plays in verse with great ease
But just his rivals to displease
Greene called him upstart crow
And reading him, even Marlowe

I love you William Garner
Oh William the first time I saw you on March 19 2005
I look in your eyes and I saw that we were belong each
other.

William to Snoopy
William I love you...
But do you feel the same ...
William I love you....
But how do you feel...

Famous Poets: William Butler Yeats
Born: June 13, 1865 // Died: January 18, 1939

W. B. Yeats, b. Dublin, June 13, 1865, d. Jan. 28, 1939, was perhaps the greatest English-language poet of the 20th century. The major defining elements of Yeats's poetic career were visible by his 24th year. He had formed a profound attachment to the county of Sligo, where he stayed for long periods while living in London (1867-83); his interest in the occult led him to found (1885) the Dublin Hermetic Society and to join (1887) the London Lodge of Theosophists; his 1885 meeting with the nationalist John O'Leary prompted his discovery of Ireland as a literary subject and his commitment to the cause of Irish national identity; in 1889 he fell in love with Maud Gonne and published The Wanderings of Oisin.

Famous Poets: William Wordsworth
Born: April 7, 1770 // Died: April 23, 1850

In 1793, Wordsworth published his first two books of verse, An Evening Walk and Descriptive Sketches. Each was a longish poem in heroic couplets, the dominant English verse form of the eighteenth century. Essentially backward-looking in style and sensibility, they were false starts for a radical thinker who would soon also be the most revolutionary poet of the time.

Famous Poets: William Shakespeare
Born: April 26, 1564 // Died: April 23, 1616

William Shakespeare was born on April 26, 1564 in the town of Stratford-upon-Avon, England to Mary Arden and John Shakespeare. Historical evidence strongly suggests John Shakespeare could not read or write.
Will was the third of eight children and received a free boyhood education because of his father's position as alderman.

Famous Poets: William Blake
Born: November 28, 1757 // Died: August 12, 1827

William Blake was born in London, Nov. 28th, 1757. He was the first of the great English Romantic poets. Largely self-taught, he began writing poetry when he was twelve and was apprenticed to a London engraver at the age of fourteen. His poetry and visual art are inextricably linked. To fully appreciate one you must see it in context with the other.

Sonnet CLIV by William Shakespeare
The little Love-god lying once asleep,
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep
Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand

Sonnet CLIII by William Shakespeare
Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep:
A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
In a cold valley-fountain of that ground;

Sonnet CLII by William Shakespeare
In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing;
In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn,
In vowing new hate after new love bearing:

Sonnet CLI by William Shakespeare
Love is too young to know what conscience is,
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:

Sonnet CL by William Shakespeare
O! from what power hast thou this powerful might,
With insufficiency my heart to sway?
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?

Sonnet CXLIX by William Shakespeare
Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
When I against myself with thee partake?
Do I not think on thee, when I forgot
Am of my self, all tyrant, for thy sake?

Sonnet CXLVII by William Shakespeare
My love is as a fever longing still,
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.

Sonnet CXLVIII by William Shakespeare
O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with true sight;
Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,
That censures falsely what they see aright?

Sonnet CXLVI by William Shakespeare
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
My sinful earth these rebel powers array,
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?

Sonnet CXLV by William Shakespeare
Those lips that Love's own hand did make,
Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate',
To me that languish'd for her sake:
But when she saw my woeful state,

Sonnet CXLIV by William Shakespeare
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.

Sonnet CXLII by William Shakespeare
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving:
O! but with mine compare thou thine own state,
And thou shalt find it merits not reproving;