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| TIGER! Tiger! burning bright, | |
| In the forests of the night; | |
| What immortal hand or eye | |
| Could frame thy fearful symmetry? | |
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| In what distant deeps or skies | 5 |
| Burned the fire of thine eyes? | |
| On what wings dare he aspire? | |
| What the hand dare seize the fire? | |
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| And what shoulder, and what art, | |
| Could twist the sinews of thine heart? | 10 |
| And when thy heart began to beat, | |
| What dread hand? and what dread feet? | |
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| What the hammer, what the chain? | |
| In what furnace was thy brain? | |
| What the anvil? what dread grasp | 15 |
| Dare its deadly terrors clasp? | |
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| 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? | 20 |
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| Tiger! Tiger! burning bright, | |
| In the forests of the night, | |
| What immortal hand or eye | |
| Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? | |
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