Lethargica – William Blakes London

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    I wandered through each chartered street,
    Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
    A 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-forged manacles I hear:

    How the chimney-sweeper's cry
    Every blackening church appals,
    And the hapless soldier's sigh
    Runs in blood down palace-walls.

    But most, through midnight streets I hear
    How the youthful harlot's curse
    Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
    And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse.

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