Tiger, tiger, burning bright<br />
In the forests of the night,<br />
What immortal hand or eye<br />
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?<br />
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In what distant deeps or skies<br />
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?<br />
On what wings dare he aspire?<br />
What the hand dare seize the fire?<br />
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And what shoulder and what art<br />
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?<br />
And when thy heart began to beat,<br />
What dread hand and what dread feet?<br />
<br />
What the hammer? what the chain?<br />
In what furnace was thy brain?<br />
What the anvil? What dread grasp<br />
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?<br />
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When the stars threw down their spears,<br />
And water'd heaven with their tears,<br />
Did he smile his work to see?<br />
Did he who made the lamb make thee?<br />
<br />
Tiger, tiger, burning bright<br />
In the forests of the night,<br />
What immortal hand or eye<br />
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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