Nitrux looks pretty nice
Nitrux looks pretty nice
London
By William Blake
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
This is really helpful, thank you.
That doesn’t sound like a tea brand we have!
I loved the first couple of books but sort of lost interest when he started adding more perspectives. Perhaps I should preserve and read darkage.
That red wallpaper…maybe they did…
Exactly, and all the bitterness with it.
He did such a good job as Hector. RIP.
This is one of the areas that London expanded into, it was in Essex until to 60s. It’s not desirable.