William Shakespeare Famous Book Novels & Stories

As a result, I recalled a poem told to me by teacher Jayne and written by the great poet William Shakespeare. "He was thy friend, and he would assist thee in thy need. If you were sad, he would weep. If you awakened him, he would be unable to sleep. Thus, of every grief in your heart, he would bear a part. Those were certain signs to know a faithful friend from a flattering foe."

“At putting me to sleep. I’ll place it number three on the list of books that put me to sleep.” He cocked his head to one side. “What’s number one and two?” “Shakespeare is number one. I couldn’t understand a damn thing in high school. Every time we read Hamlet for homework, I kept falling asleep. But come to think of it, I had the best sleep ever that week. No offense if you like Shakespeare. Thank God Mary and Katherine were there to help.” “Whoa, I had no idea.” “Of course you didn’t,” she said. “You know it’s odd, but I can still remember Hamlet’s speech.”

Once a certain book was picked out, it was to be taken off the list and if you were the last one to pick you would end up with whatever was left in the bowl. Of course, I had my favorites and I was praying quite hard so as not to end up with something that was difficult to read or understand. Thankfully, I got Great Expectations by Charles Dickens and was pretty excited to start working on the report. Les, on the other hand, ended up with The Tempest by William Shakespeare and was silently cursing under her breath. I had no qualms with Shakespeare but Les, in sharp contrast, looked like she was about to collapse on the floor. I guess, like most people, she was intimidated by Shakespeare's po

"William Faulkner, William Shakespeare, Tennessee Williams, John Steinbeck--" "Seriously?" Then I realized what she had said about being a hundred and seven years old. That means she would have been born in nineteen fourteen, and she would have been sixteen in nineteen thirty, so that worked. "I love Shakespeare myself, too. But I also love John Grisham books and am a sucker for anything by Nicholas Sparks." "Really?" She smiled, her eyes suddenly bright. "We'll have to go to the theater sometime, then. Or to a movie!" She tilted her head to the side. "So, which Shakespearean play is your favorite?"

" The writing was messy and rushed. Whoever wrote this didn't know how to write properly. The letters were small, making it harder to read. I snapped out of it and put the notebook back into the drawer and glanced at the book. It was a black leather book with golden lettering. I grabbed it and opened it. It took me a moment, but I could finally read the title. "Roses are red, violets are blue, the king's daughter is beautiful" It was a poem by William Shakespeare. I frowned and flipped to a random page. It was a drawing of a young girl dressed in a long white dress and a crown. She smiled at me sweetly.

"Are you sure these Author's biography is on the syllabus?" "Read or fail?" I purse my lips with a dismissing sigh. "It’s a hugely readable book, since B**e is happy to speculate – drawing on what evidence is available – as to many of the great mysteries of Shakespeare’s life and work, such as the identity of the ‘Mr W. H.’ to whom the 1609 printing of the Sonnets was dedicated. It has been called ‘the best modern book on Shakespeare’ (by RSC founder Sir Peter Hall) and is essential reading for anyone interested in the Bard. Also well worth the read is B**e’s biography of the Bard."

But he plays along. "Either A Winter's Tale or The Tempest would be a good place to go from there," he tells me. "But since you enjoyed Henry VI so much, you might want to try Henry V next. The St. Crispin's Day speech might be my favorite passage of Shakespeare of all time." "Really?" My heart flutters. I can't help it - I love when he gets going about Shakespeare. When he comes alive with that fire of passion. "I could probably recite most of it for you right here," he admits. "It's genius - powerful and poetic at the same time. In my humble opinion, it might be the most important passage of literature ever written in the English language."

“These are…these are expensive, Fiona. These are books from the locked shelves behind Jack’s register, aren’t they?” He gently thumbed through the first book, peered at the copyright and glanced at the others surrounding him. “Holy shit!” he chuckled. “I mean, these are The Works of William Shakespeare, from fucking 1880—all ten volumes. Are you kidding me?” When he looked up at her, his eyes were a shimmering dazzle of blue. Fiona laughed at his excitement, happy to watch his giddy, almost childlike

We decided not to go in the maze, since it’s more to the Vanderwolfs’ mansion. "Hmm, that's something we have in common," I smiled. We sat down at a bench overlooking a tiny pond. The fireflies were out, hovering over the crystal water, emitting their tiny golden lights. The scenery was gorgeous. "Really. What's your favourite story by Shakespeare? I bet it's Romeo and Juliet." "Am I that transparent?” I scoffed. “But yes, it is." "Nice. My Favourite is the Twelfth Night. I appreciate the art of falling for a woman's heart and not her looks. The Duke did that while he thought Viola was a man, even when it distressed him."

The library’s floor is polished, and it has a granite fireplace and a comfortable, well-worn sitting arrangement. I heave a sigh, relieved that Ms. Lennie isn’t around to reprimand me. I’ve always loved reading and collecting romance books at home, so seeing these shelves just makes my heart soar. I start my journey inside, searching for cookbooks. Instead, I stumble upon a book placed in a glass cage in the middle of the classics section. I lean forward, touching the glass as I try to read the title. It’s Macbeth and Hamlet by William Shakespeare. The air instantly abandons my lungs when I catch sight of the leather-bound cover. It’s very old but still stunning.