smichhh

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 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 water'd 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?

blanca_mariposa

Ciao, scusa se ti disturbo. Sto scrivendo il mio nuovo libro, è un romanzo rosa con qualche piccola parte di azione e giallo.
          
          Se mai ti andasse di leggerlo, ne sarei felicissima! Puoi anche commentare ovviamente, o lasciare delle ⭐️⭐️⭐️
          
          Se volessi dare anche un'occhiata veloce, mi trovi su tiktok con il
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smichhh

certo!! la aggiungo subito alla lista di letture
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smichhh

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 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 water'd 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?