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Poetic Form: Ballad. Themes: Death, Disappointment, Religion. Emotions Evoked: Compassion, Depression, Disgust. Time Period: 19th Century. Unlock more with Poetry+. William Blake's poem relies on a daunting wealth of bleak imagery and figurative language to illustrate the dismal state of the London citizenry. View Poetry + Review Corner.
Dec 29, 2016 · In summary, Blake describes the things he sees when he wanders through the streets of London: signs of misery and weakness can be discerned on everyone’s face, it seems. Every man’s voice – even the cry of every infant, a child who hasn’t even learnt to talk yet – conveys this sense of oppression.
Dec 17, 2018 · The sight of blood was a trophy and a symbol of masculinity, but the injuries he’s suffered are far from a trophy, instead something to be ashamed of. After the matches carried shoulder-high.
" Dulce et Decorum Est " is a poem written by Wilfred Owen during World War I, and published posthumously in 1920. Its Latin title is from a verse written by the Roman poet Horace: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori. [3] . In English, this means "it is sweet and fitting to die for one's country". [4] .
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood. Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud. Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—.
London Lyrics. I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the chartered Thames does flow. And mark in every face I meet. Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every man, In every...
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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,
