Society/ Poverty Flashcards
Old john with white hair
Does laugh away care
And sport no more seen
On the darkening green
White as an angel is the English child:/
But I am black as if bereav’d of light
My father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep
So your chimneys I sweep
And in soot I sleep
Speak father, speak to your little boy
Or else I shall be lost
Go and play
Till the light fades away
Free love
With bondage bound
Into the hight domes of Pauls
They like Thames water flow
Beneath them sit aged men
Wise guardians of the poor
It is a land
Of poverty!
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind
My face turns green and pale
For the time of youth was fled
And grey hairs were on my head
The Angel
Charter’d streets/
Near where the charter’d Thames does flow
Mind-forg’d
Manacles
