London
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I wander thro’ each charter’d street, Leave a comment on line 1 0
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Near where the charter’d Thames does flow Leave a comment on line 2 0
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And mark in every face I meet Leave a comment on line 3 0
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Marks of weakness. marks of woe, Leave a comment on line 4 0
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In every cry of every Man. Leave a comment on line 5 0
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In every Infants cry of fear. Leave a comment on line 6 0
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In every voice; in every ban. Leave a comment on line 7 0
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The mind-forg’d manacles I hear Leave a comment on line 8 0
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How the Chimney-sweepers cry Leave a comment on line 9 0
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Every blacknng Church appalls. Leave a comment on line 10 0
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And the hapless Soldiers sigh Leave a comment on line 11 0
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Runs in blood down Palace walls Leave a comment on line 12 0
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But most thro’ midnight streets I hear Leave a comment on line 13 0
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How the youthful Harlots curse Leave a comment on line 14 0
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Blasts the new born Infants tear Leave a comment on line 15 0
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And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse Leave a comment on line 16 0
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The text and plate of William Blake’s poem “London” printed here is from Songs of Innocence and of Experience, Copy AA (1826) via The William Blake Archive.