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Transcript of Verbal Irony Tyger! Tyger! burning bright, In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye...
Ironic Devices
in “The Tyger”
Verbal
Irony
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!
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?
Situational Irony
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!
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?
Dramatic Irony
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?
Paradox
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!
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?
Hyperbole
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?
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?
Understatement
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?
There are no oxymorons in the poem…
But just for fun, here are a few…
Microsoft® Worksjumbo shrimp
military intelligencejournalistic integrity
wise menpretty womangood teacher
OK, that is enough.