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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:
I wander through each chartered street, Near where the chartered Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet, Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
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.
How the chimney-sweeper's cry Every blackening church appals, And the hapless soldier's sigh Runs in blood down palace-walls.
fourtimesthequeen added this comment 2008-04-20 14:12:18-05:00
love the use of William Blake.
scribblerofnonsense added this comment 2008-04-20 13:43:32-05:00
This is really cool! I wish I could go to London....
fourtimesthequeen added this comment 2008-04-20 14:12:18-05:00
love the use of William Blake.
scribblerofnonsense added this comment 2008-04-20 13:43:32-05:00
This is really cool! I wish I could go to London....