english poetry london willam blake

I wonder thro each charterd street  Near where the charterd 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-sweeper cry Every black`ning church  appalls And the hopeless soldier sigh Run 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