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William Blake - London
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I wandered through each chartered street,
   Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
 And 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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