By William Blake from Songs of Experience 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 […]
By William Blake from Songs of Innocence Little Lamb who made thee Dost thou know who made theeGave thee life & bid thee feed.By the stream & o’er the mead;Gave thee clothing […]
