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::He came down from Highgate thro' Hackney & Holloway towards London | |||
::Till he came to old Stratford, & thence to Stepney & the Isle | |||
::Of Leutha's Dogs, thence thro' the narrows of the River's side, | |||
::And saw every minute particular, the jewels of Albion, running down | |||
::The kennels of the streets and lanes as if they were abhorr'd | |||
::Every Universal Form was become barren mountains of moral | |||
::Virtue, and every Minute Particular harden'd into grains of sand | |||
::And all the tendernesses of the soul cast forth as filth and mire. | |||
::::::::Jerusalem by William Blake | |||
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