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Sound Devices in

“The Tyger” by William Blake

Alliteration

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?

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?

stops

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?

fricatives

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?

glides

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!

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!

glides

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!

fricatives

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!

stops, stops + liquids

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?

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?

fricatives

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?

nasals

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?

stops and fricatives

Consonance

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?

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?

stops, fricatives and liquids

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?

stops and fricatives

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?

fricatives, liquids and nasals

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!

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!

nasals, stops and liquids

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!

stops, glides and fricatives

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?

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?

fricatives and glides

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?

stops, fricatives and liquids

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?

stops and nasals

Assonance

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?

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?

low central to high tense front

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?

mid tense back

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!

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!

low lax front

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!

high lax front and high tense front

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!

low lax central and low lax front

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?

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?

high lax central

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?

high lax front and high tense front

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?

mid tense front

Repetition, Refrain and

Rhyme

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright, AIn the forests of the night, AWhat immortal hand or eye BCould frame thy fearful symmetry? B

In what distant deeps or skies, A Burnt the fire of thine eyes? AOn what wings dare he aspire? BWhat the hand dare sieze the fire? B

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright, AIn the forests of the night, AWhat immortal hand or eye BCould frame thy fearful symmetry? B

In what distant deeps or skies, A Burnt the fire of thine eyes? AOn what wings dare he aspire? BWhat the hand dare sieze the fire? B

imperfect rhyme(with today’s pronunciation)

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?

Onomatopoeia

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?