2016- 5- 9
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أكـاديـمـي نــشـط
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رد: ؛¤ّ,¸¸,ّ¤؛°`°؛¤ *مجلس مذاكرة : الشعر الانجليزي في العصر الرومانسي* ¤؛°`°؛¤ّ,¸¸,ّ¤؛
THE TIGER
by: William Blake (1757-1827) IGER,
tiger, 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 and what art Could twist the sinews 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 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 ?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry ?
تركت الدراسة وجلست اعدد الاستفهامات 
تخلون الواحد يدقق على بعض الاشياء 
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