London By William Blake
August 23rd 2006 01:40
London
I wander thro' each charter'd street.
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infants cry of fear,
In every voice: in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear
How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blackning Church appalls,
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls
But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlots curse
Blasts the new-born Infants tear
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse
-William BlakeYour text goes here
There's something so special, so unique about the poetry of William Blake. He was a man before his times and it interesting to read about his disillusionmnet with modern, urban life such as in "London" which is featured above. Not only is he an excellent writer but also a magnificent and prolific artist. I have included a couple of image of his works below.
I wander thro' each charter'd street.
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infants cry of fear,
In every voice: in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear
How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blackning Church appalls,
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls
But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlots curse
Blasts the new-born Infants tear
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse
-William BlakeYour text goes here
There's something so special, so unique about the poetry of William Blake. He was a man before his times and it interesting to read about his disillusionmnet with modern, urban life such as in "London" which is featured above. Not only is he an excellent writer but also a magnificent and prolific artist. I have included a couple of image of his works below.
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