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 sieze 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? http://www.english.uga.edu/nhilton/Blake/blaketxt1/ -- tinmimus99@hotmail.com smeeter 11 or maybe 12 mp 10 mhm 29x13 His cold horrors silent, dark Urizen Prepar'd: his ten thousands of thunders Rang'd in gloom'd array stretch out across The dread world, & the rolling of wheels As of swelling seas, sound in his clouds In his hills of stor'd snows, in his mountains Of hail & ice; voices of terror, Are heard, like thunders of autumn, When the cloud blazes over the harvests. < _The [First] Book of Urizen_
mimus wrote: > 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 sieze 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? > > > http://www.english.uga.edu/nhilton/Blake/blaketxt1/ > Do you think they had a lot of trouble with flaming tygers starting forest fires and such back then? -- nuts
"mimus" <tinmimus99@hotmail.com> wrote in message news:ybudnSvkG6gpjtPanZ2dnUVZ_s7inZ2d@giganews.com... > 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 sieze 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? Luverly stuff, that Blake did. Smee > > > http://www.english.uga.edu/nhilton/Blake/blaketxt1/ > > -- > tinmimus99@hotmail.com > > smeeter 11 or maybe 12 > > mp 10 > > mhm 29x13 > > His cold horrors silent, dark Urizen > Prepar'd: his ten thousands of thunders > Rang'd in gloom'd array stretch out across > The dread world, & the rolling of wheels > As of swelling seas, sound in his clouds > In his hills of stor'd snows, in his mountains > Of hail & ice; voices of terror, > Are heard, like thunders of autumn, > When the cloud blazes over the harvests. > > < _The [First] Book of Urizen_ > > >
On Thu, 29 Nov 2007 06:24:56 +0000, pscissons wrote: > "mimus" <tinmimus99@hotmail.com> wrote in message > news:ybudnSvkG6gpjtPanZ2dnUVZ_s7inZ2d@giganews.com... > >> 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 sieze 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? > > Luverly stuff, that Blake did. > > Smee Yep, just goes to show (once again) that total loonies _can_ be gorgeous artists. Cheerful about it, too, not the usual twisty migraine-riddled type (eg, Kafka). >> http://www.english.uga.edu/nhilton/Blake/blaketxt1/ -- tinmimus99@hotmail.com smeeter 11 or maybe 12 mp 10 mhm 29x13 You want a job and a lizard to ride? < _The Einstein Intersection_
