I Was Angry With My Friend Poem

I Was Angry With My Friend Poem. I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I told it not, my wrath did grow.

61 Intense Poems About Anger & Rage AestheticpoemsSource: aestheticpoems.com

I was angry with my friend: I told it not, my wrath did grow. I told it not, my wrath did grow.

I was angry with my friend; And my foe beheld it shine, and he knew that it was mine. And i watered it in fears, night and morning with my tears;.

In summary, the speaker of the poem tells us that when he was angry with his friend he simply told his. And into my garden stole, when the night had veild the pole;. I was angry with my foe:

I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I told it not, my wrath did grow. I told it not, my wrath did grow.

I told it not, my wrath did grow. And it grew both day and night. I was angry with my foe:

I was angry with my friend: I was angry with my friend: I told it not, my wrath did grow.

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