London

Rating: 3.2
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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COMMENTS
poohead 09 February 2020
im looking for my dad, he went to get some milk and never came back, have you seen him? ? ? ? ? ? ?
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Dominic Windram 10 September 2019
Blake, like a biblical prophet, rages against the great social injustices of his day...wonderful deployment of anaphora within this tightly structured poem!
3 1 Reply
nannyy mc saggy 07 May 2019
I heard the poem was good but due to the size of dads areolas I've developed eye cancer of the eye
3 3 Reply
Stevie wonder 07 May 2019
I heard it was good
3 1 Reply
steve 12 March 2019
your mum has sweaty pits
5 2 Reply
Garen 25 February 2019
For Damacia, for justice
3 2 Reply
Tammin 30 January 2019
I love this pome
2 3 Reply
Sivan 21 June 2018
I have studied this poem during my Degree. Very Good Poem.
5 3 Reply
sister abbeygale 07 June 2018
Y 420 blaze it when u can buy a dad and name it
3 5 Reply
fjhbdsnajhnjk 10 April 2018
im only here cause i have english hw
4 6 Reply

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