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  2. The Tyger - Poetry Foundation

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    Poems, readings, poetry news and the entire 110-year archive of POETRY magazine.

  3. 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?

  4. The Tyger Poem Summary and Analysis - LitCharts

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    "The Tyger" is a poem by visionary English poet William Blake, and is often said to be the most widely anthologized poem in the English language. It consists entirely of questions about the nature of God and creation, particularly whether the same God that created vulnerable beings like the lamb could also have made the fearsome tiger.

  5. The Tyger by William Blake - Poem Analysis

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    This poem is a fantastic example of English poetry and is often cited as one of the greatest poems in the English language. 'The Tyger' exemplifies the Romantic movement, with its emphasis on emotion, individualism, and nature and its use of vivid imagery, symbolism, and rhetorical questioning.

  6. The Tyger - Wikipedia

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    "The Tyger" is a poem by the English poet William Blake, published in 1794 as part of his Songs of Experience collection and rising to prominence in the romantic period.

  7. The Tyger - poem by William Blake - PoetryVerse

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    Poem The Tyger by William Blake : Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forest of the night What immortal hand or eye Could fr...

  8. The Tyger. 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 seize the fire? And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart ...