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Figurative Devices,

Symbols and Allusions in

“The Tyger” by William Blake

Metaphors“Language at its most concentrated”

Thomas Cahill

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Tyger! Tyger! 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 sieze the fire?

2

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 graspDare its deadly terrors clasp!

3

When the stars threw down their spearsAnd 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?

Personification

no similes in

“The Tyger”

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When the stars threw down their spearsAnd 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?

Metonymy and

Synecdoche

Metonymy

Synecdoche

(“breaking bread” for a “meal” or “wheels” for a “car” or “crown” for the “monarchy”)

(“person” for “humanity” or “tree” for a “forest” or “country” for the “people”)

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Tyger! Tyger! 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 sieze the fire?

6

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 graspDare its deadly terrors clasp!

7

When the stars threw down their spearsAnd 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?

Apostrophe

Tyger! Tyger! 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 sieze the fire?

Major Symbols

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Tyger! Tyger! 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 sieze 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 graspDare its deadly terrors clasp!

8

When the stars threw down their spearsAnd 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?

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Allusions

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Tyger! Tyger! 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 sieze the fire?

11

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 graspDare its deadly terrors clasp!

12

When the stars threw down their spearsAnd 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?