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William Blake

Tyger, tyger, burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

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verb

To cause to move faster; to quicken the motion of; to add to the speed of.

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Chapter 16 of 22

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HOW THE BEAST FOLK TASTE BLOOD.

My inexperience as a writer betrays me, and I wander from the thread ofmy story.

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