"Mind-forg'd manacles"; Analysing the plight of Blake's London Written By Ollie 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 Blake's 'London' is morose and filled with suffering, the poem exposes the daily plight of London 's pained residents whilst exploring how their own 'mind- forg ' d manacles ' - their corrupt ed human minds - have given rise to this dystop ian city. shackled in sorrow The poem begins with the speaker wan
"Mr Rochester has a wife now living!" Welcome to this liberal arts blog: a handful of A-level students filling our papers with the breathings of our hearts about an assortment of literature related oddities. ("Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart" -Wordsworth in a letter to his wife, 1812) Hope you enjoy.