In the canon
The Tyger
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1794
- Pages
- Pages 1
A poet stares at a tiger burning bright in the forest at night and wonders what hand and what furnace could forge something this frightening and this flawless, and whether the same hand made the lamb.
Tyger Tyger, burning bright, / In the forests of the night;
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