Remember William Blake's vivid poem, the first stanza of which begins this way:
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Incredible word-pictures.
Remember William Blake's vivid poem, the first stanza of which begins this way:
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Incredible word-pictures.
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