Sunday, November 25, 2018

BW48: The Tyger by William Blake



Courtesy of William Blake Archive


In honor of William Blake, who was born November 28, 1757



The Tyger 

By 



Tyger Tyger, burning bright, 
In the forests 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, & what art, 
Could twist the sinews of thy heart? 
And when thy heart began to beat, 
What dread hand? & 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 water'd 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 forests of the night: 
What immortal hand or eye, 
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?


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Brit Tripping

Our Brit Trip on Watling Way is taking us to Merseyside. Merseyside has produced one of the biggest musical cultural icons for the 20th Century – The Beatles.

Rabbit trails: More Beatles  Liverpool

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