Shakespeare! "with all thy faults, (and few have more,) I love thee still," and still will con thee o'er. Heaven, in compassion to man's erring heart, Gave thee of virtue -- then, of vice a part, Lest we, in wonder here, should bow before thee, Break God's commandment, worship, and adore thee: But admiration now, and sorrow join; His works we reverence, while we pity thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUNG LAUNDRYMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS GARDEN FANCIES: 2. SIBRANDUS SCHAFNABURGENSIS by ROBERT BROWNING THE DEATH OF SLAVERY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A DAY DREAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE POOL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE BIGLOW PAPERS: 3. WHAT MR. ROBINSON THINKS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL A SONG FOR THE SINGLE TABLE ON NEW YEAR'S DAY by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: MAN'S GUARD AGAINST DEATH by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |