Original sentence: And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse.And mark in every face I meet,.And the hapless soldier's sigh.As with most of Blake's poetry, there are several uncritical interpretations of London.Blasts the new-born infant's tear,.But most, through midnight streets I hear.Every blackening church appalls,.How the chimney-sweeper's cry.How the youthful harlot's curse.I wander through each chartered street,.In every cry of every man,.In every infant's cry of fear,.In every voice, in every ban,.Marks of weakness, marks of woe.Near where the chartered Thames does flow,.Runs in blood down palace-walls.The mind-forged manacles I hear:
Edited sentence: As with most of Blake's poetry, there are several critical interpretations of London