名人诗歌|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^1.

In every cry of every Man，

In every Infant's cry of fear，

In every voice， in every ban，

The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.

How the chimney-sweeper's cry

Every black'ning church appals^2；

And the hapless soldier's sigh

Runs in blood down palace walls.

But most thro' midnight streets I hear

How the youthful harlot's curse

Blasts the new-born infant's tear，

And blights^{3 with plagues the marriage hearse.}