Tag: Bunhill
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Songs of Innocence and Experience:- Meeting William Blake and Disappointment at Bunhill
I wandered through each chartered street, Near where the chartered Thames does flow, A 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 mind-forged manacles I hear: How the chimney-sweeper’s cry Every blackening…
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The Bone Hill
It was on a cold Winter’s day on January 5th, 1854 that the relatives of fifteen year old Elizabeth Howell Oliver huddled around her grave to say their goodbyes. As the Minister committed her body to the dirt – ashes to ashes and dust to dust, a much broader event was coming to the fore.…