Светлый фон
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?
"Тигр", Уильям Блейк
"Тигр", Уильям Блейк
Тигр, тигр, жгучий страх, Ты горишь в ночных лесах. Чей бессмертный взор, любя, Создал страшного тебя? В небесах иль средь зыбей Вспыхнул блеск твоих очей?