London by William Blake - BA first semester Lucknow University - EduCatn

London

by William Blake 

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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 new-born Infant's tear,

And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.