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London - a poem by William Blake

 


I wander thro' each charter'd street, 
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, 
And mark in every face I meet 
Marks of weakness, marks of woe. 

In every cry of every Man, 
In every Infant's cry of fear, 
In every voice, in every ban, 
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear. 

How the Chimney-sweeper's cry 
Every black'ning Church appalls; 
And the hapless Soldier's sigh 
Runs in blood down Palace walls. 

But most thro' midnight streets I hear 
How the youthful Harlot's curse 
Blasts the new born Infant's tear, 
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.

 

 

 London - a poem by William Blake

First publication date: 1794

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