Favourite Poems (I)

London

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 blackning 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 newborn Infant’s tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.

William Blake

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  1. #1 by mog on Thursday 07 January 2010 - 1848

    Ah Blakes’s Songs of Innocence and Experience. Thanks for posting this and reminding me of them

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