The Chimney Sweeper
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A little black thing among the snow: Leave a comment on line 1 0
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Crying weep, weep, in notes of woe! Leave a comment on line 2 0
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Where are thy father & mother? say? Leave a comment on line 3 0
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They are both gone up to the church to pray. Leave a comment on line 4 0
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Because I was happy upon the heath, Leave a comment on line 5 0
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And smil’d among the winters snow: Leave a comment on line 6 0
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They clothed me in the clothes of death. Leave a comment on line 7 0
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And taught me to sing the notes of woe. Leave a comment on line 8 3
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And because I am happy. & dance & sing. Leave a comment on line 9 0
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They think they have done me no injury; Leave a comment on line 10 0
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And are gone to praise God & his Priest & King Leave a comment on line 11 0
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Who make up a heaven of our misery. Leave a comment on line 12 2
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The text and plate of William Blake’s poem “The Chimney Sweeper” printed here is from Songs of Innocence and of Experience, Copy N (1795) via The William Blake Archive.