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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FALSE FRIEND, by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM First Line: I had a friend, but he Last Line: My ulcer festering. | |||
I had a friend, but he Was no true friend to me; A wound he was, that tore My heart, and pained me sore. He gloated to espy Me slip, then like a fly He swooped, rejoiced to sting My ulcer festering. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CANDLE by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM THE PEN by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM THE STORK by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM THE TOOTHPICK by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM VULTURES by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM SPECIAL PLEADING by SIDNEY LANIER A PRAYER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO THE MEMORY OF MY BELOVED MASTER WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE by BEN JONSON AH, HAD I SEEN THEE SOONER! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS OF THOSE WHO WALK ALONE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |
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