<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>18th-Century on Poem of the Day</title><link>https://poemofday.com/categories/18th-century/</link><description>Recent content in 18th-Century on Poem of the Day</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://poemofday.com/categories/18th-century/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Tyger</title><link>https://poemofday.com/p/the-tyger/</link><pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://poemofday.com/p/the-tyger/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;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?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;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?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When the stars threw down their spears
And water&amp;rsquo;d heaven with their tears:
Did smile his work to see?
Did he smile his work to see?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>