Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
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In the forests of the night,
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What immortal hand or eye
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| Could frame thy fearful symmetry? | 04 |
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In what distant deeps or skies
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Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
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On what wings dare he aspire?
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| What the hand dare seize the fire? | 08 |
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And what shoulder, and what art,
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Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
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And when that heart began to beat,
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| What dread hand? and what dread feet? | 12 |
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What the hammer? what the chain?
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In what furnace was thy brain?
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What the anvil? what dread grasp
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| Dare its deadly terrors clasp? | 16 |
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When the stars threw down their spears,
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And watered heaven with their tears°,
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Did he smile his work to see?
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| Did he who made the Lamb make thee? | 20 |
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Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
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In the forests of the night,
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What immortal hand or eye
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| Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? | 24 |
