There's no "tiger", but a "tyger". Which is much more dangerous. What are you really afraid of: the TYGER, the forest, the fire, the night, or the colour 'red'. Or yourself? // Kind regards, Fern.
MACR
November 18th, 2010 11:08 PM
Tiger, tiger, burning bright in the forests of the night Red John
Anonymous
September 17th, 2010 8:03 PM
Haha, I like the first and last ones, Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame they fearful symmetry?
Mr. Person Guy
May 29th, 2010 9:53 PM
William Blake. 1757–1827
489. The Tiger
TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies 5
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? 10
And when thy heart began to beat,
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 15
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee? 20
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
December 22nd, 2011 12:01 PM
I'm doing a report on a book alled "The tiger riseing"So far it's good.But when I read the poem I was like ihave to find the auther.
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January 17th, 2011 6:16 PM
There's no "tiger", but a "tyger". Which is much more dangerous. What are you really afraid of: the TYGER, the forest, the fire, the night, or the colour 'red'. Or yourself? // Kind regards, Fern.
November 18th, 2010 11:08 PM
Tiger, tiger, burning bright in the forests of the night Red John
September 17th, 2010 8:03 PM
Haha, I like the first and last ones, Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame they fearful symmetry?
May 29th, 2010 9:53 PM
William Blake. 1757–1827
489. The Tiger
TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies 5
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? 10
And when thy heart began to beat,
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 15
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee? 20
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
May 21st, 2010 7:31 PM
blake poem