William Blake

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

To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour. – William Blake – Auguries of Innocence more on William Blake

I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen; A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And ‘Thou shalt not’ writ over the door; So I turned to the Garden of Love That so [...]

The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The humble sheep a threat’ning horn: While the Lily white shall in love delight, Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright. By: Wiliam Blake Photo by Phoolanjaya Sri Chinmoy Centre Galleries

    Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?   By: William Blake From Songs of Experience Photo by Ranji Sri Chinmoy Centre Galleries Full poem "The Tyger" by Blake