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 Blake (1916-1997), Songs of Innocence and of Experience
Sounds like William was far from impressed with our city. Perhaps he should have chilled out and appreciated the good things about it!
Best wishes, Pete.
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Dark Satanic Mills and all that!!
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