the tiger by William Blake Tiger Tiger
Burning Bright in the forest of the
night what immortal hand or eye could
frame thy fearful symmetry in what
distant deeps or Skies burnt the fire of
mine eyes on the wings there he is fire
what the hand there sees the fire and
what shoulder and what art could twist
the senu of thy heart
and when thy heart began to beat what
dread hand and what dread feet what the
hammer what the chain in what furnace
was thy brain what the Anvil what dread
grasp dare it deadly tears
clasp and when the stars threw down
their Spears and watered heaven with
their tears did he smile his work to see
did he who made the lamb make thee Tiger
Tiger Burning bright in the forest of
the night what immortal hand or eye dare
frame thy fearful
symmetry
ভিডিওর নির্দিষ্ট পংক্তিতে যেতে যেকোনো টাইমস্ট্যাম্পে ক্লিক করুন।