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Edit box size: ⇓ More rows Reset to default size ⇒ More columns "The Tyger" by William Blake Tyger, Tyger, burning bright In the forest of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to bear, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears And watered heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the lamb make thee? Tyger, Tyger, burning bright In the forest of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? --- 12/09/04 - I freakin love William Blake. Oh god, this poem brings back memories --{Tarsus} This is a minor edit.
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