Comments on: For Podrock https://habitablezone.com/2013/05/16/for-podrock-3/ Tue, 07 Apr 2026 19:18:10 -0700 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: ER https://habitablezone.com/2013/05/16/for-podrock-3/#comment-24047 ER Fri, 17 May 2013 21:12:31 +0000 http://habitablezone.com/?p=32796#comment-24047 Hell, MY cat gives me that same look. Hell, MY cat gives me that same look.

]]> By: podrock https://habitablezone.com/2013/05/16/for-podrock-3/#comment-24041 podrock Fri, 17 May 2013 05:07:52 +0000 http://habitablezone.com/?p=32796#comment-24041 <p>The cat that rules our backyard gives me the same look.</p> <strong>THE TYGER (from Songs Of Experience) By William Blake</strong> 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 sieze the fire? And what shoulder, & what art. Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? & what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? 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? Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? 1794 <img src="http://poetryfoundation.org/images/gallery/cartoons/cartoon.14.jpg"/> Cartoon from the New Yorker Magazine The cat that rules our backyard gives me the same look.

THE TYGER (from Songs Of Experience)

By William Blake

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 sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

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?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

1794

Cartoon from the New Yorker Magazine

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