Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
William BlakeImprovement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.
William BlakeTyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
William BlakeImprovement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.
William Blake