In every cry of every Man,In every Infants cry of fear,In every voice; in every ban,The mmd-forg'd manacles I hearHow the Chimney-sweepers cryEvery blackning Church appalls,And the hapless Soldiers sighRuns in blood down Palace wallsBut most thro' midnight streets I hearHow the youthful Harlots curseBlasts the new-born Infants tearAnd blights with plagues the Marriage hearse
Лондон
По узким улицам влеком,Где Темза скованно струится,Я вижу нищету кругом,Я вижу горестные лица.И в каждой нищенской мольбе,В слезах младенцев безгреховных,В проклятьях, посланных судьбе,Я слышу лязг оков духовных!И трубочистов крик трясетФундаменты церквей суровых,И кровь солдатская течетВотще у гордых стен дворцовых.И страшно мне, когда в ночиОт вопля девочки в борделеСлеза невинная горчитИ брачные смердят постели.
The Human Abstract
Pity would be no more,If we did not make somebody Poor:And Mercy no more could be,If all were as happy as we:And mutual fear brings peace:Till the selfish loves increase.Then Cruelty knits a snare,And spreads his baits with care.He sits down with holy fears,And waters the ground with tears:Then Humility takes its rootUnderneath his foot.Soon spreads the dismal shadeOf Mystery over his head;And the Gatterpiller and Fly,Feed on the Mystery.And it bears the fruit of Deceit,Ruddy and sweet to eat:And the Raven his nest has made.In its thickest shade.The Gods of the earth and sea,Sought thro' Nature to find this TreeBut their search was all in vain;There grows one in the Human Brain
