T.h. WhiteWhen shall I be dead and rid Of all the wrong my father did? How long, how long 'till spade and hearse Put to sleep my mother's curse?
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The quote "When shall I be dead and rid of all the wrong my father did" is a poem by the English Romantic poet William Wordsworth. The words expressed great pain and anger with regard to hating his father as a child. In the poem, Wordsworth portrays his hatred as a young boy, with feelings of bitterness towards his father for what he has done to his mother. Wordsworth was born in 1770, yet wrote this poem when he was only 28 years old. He is often referred to as the "father of the English Lake Poet" because of this work.
Source: The Once And Future King
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