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I wander through each chartered 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 infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mindforged manacles I hear:
How the chimneysweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palacewalls.
But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the newborn infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.
Rearrange the
lines in the correct
order forming 4
stanzas
What elements
helped you?
8. 8
ott 418.04
I wander through each chartered 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 infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mindforged manacles I hear:
How the chimneysweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palacewalls.
But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the newborn infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.
Find out the meaning of the
highlighted words with the help
of a dictionary
Is there a rhyming scheme in
the poem?
If yes, can you point it out?
9. 9
nov 1419.36
I wander through each chartered 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 infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mindforged manacles I hear:
How the chimneysweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palacewalls.
But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the newborn infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.
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10. 10
nov 1419.46
Can you spot any
sounds devices?
I wander through each chartered 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 infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mindforged manacles I hear:
How the chimneysweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palacewalls.
But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the newborn infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.
13. 13
ott 420.56
See Hear Feel Smell Taste
Identify words referring to
each sense in the poem
What is the preavailing one/s?
Do they occur separately or
do they mingle?
Do we get any insight from that?
Find out where and how sounds change
into something else.
I wander through each chartered 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 infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mindforged manacles I hear:
How the chimneysweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palacewalls.
But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the newborn infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.
16. 16
ott 68.49
I wander through each chartered 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 infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mindforged manacles I hear:
How the chimneysweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palacewalls.
But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the newborn infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.
17. 17
ott 419.31
"Man is born free and everywhere he is in chains"
What JeanJacques Rousseau meant is that government, social class, wealth and
poverty are manmade prisons in which people trap each other. In the "state of
nature" to which we are all born, those things do not exist. Remember that in his
day there were no democracies to speak of. People everywhere were ruled by
absolute monarchs whose word was law.
JeanJacques Rousseau
The Social Contract' published in 1792
