“When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!'weep!
So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.”

The Chimney Sweeper, st. 1
1780s, Songs of Innocence (1789–1790)

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English Romantic poet and artist 1757–1827

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