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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426147" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tiger's Rumour and other Parodies William Blake - The Tyger</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tyger’s Rumour</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Rumour rushing rampant right<br>round faithless forests of wraith night, <br>what immoral hand or eye<br>could frame fly tearless symmetry? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In what deep and dark disguise<br>spread irking libel, lurking lies? <br>on what wasp wings dare they aspire –<br>e’er slander sting tongues air fame liar? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What woeful infamous black art<br>wrung toxic sinews, tocsin heart<br>rung when sin heart broke cheating beat, <br>what sleight of hand to greet deceit! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What wrong's hammer, what strong chain? <br>in what furnace forged? What brain<br>fed wily worms sly envy's [g]rasp, <br>bred spiteful deadly [t]errors’ [g]asp? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>11 December 1991 revised 18 September 2009 robi3_0504_blak1_0003 PXX_JXX for previous version see below<br>Parody William BLAKE 1757_1827 The Tyger </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tyger’s Rumour</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Rumour rushing rampant right<br>round faithless forests of wraith night, <br>what immortal hand or eye<br>could frame fly tearless symmetry? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In what deep and dark disguise<br>spread irking libel, lurking lies? <br>On what wasp wings dare they aspire –<br>e’er slander sting tongues air fame liar? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What woeful infamous black art<br>wrung toxic sinews, tocsin heart<br>rung when sin heart broke cheating beat, <br>what sleight of hand to greet deceit! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What wrong's hammer, what strong chain? <br>In what furnace forged? What brain<br>fed wily worms sly envy's [g]rasp, <br>bred them deadly, errors’ [g]asp? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">11 December 1991 revised 18 September 2009 robi3_0504_blak1_0003 PXX_JXX<br>	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Tyger</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tyger Tyger, burning bright, <br>In the forests of the night; <br>What immortal hand or eye, <br>Could frame thy fearful symmetry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In what distant deeps or skies.<br>Burnt the fire of thine eyes! <br>On what wings dare he aspire? <br>What the hand, dare sieze the fire! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what shoulder, and what art.<br>Could twist the sinews of thy heart? <br>And when thy heart began to beat, <br>What dread hand! and what dread feet! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What the hammer! what the chain, <br>In what furnace was thy brain<br>What the anvil, what dread grasp, <br>Dare its deadly terrors clasp! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the stars threw down their spear<br>And water'd heaven with their tears: <br>Did he smile his work to see<br>Did he who made the Lamb make thee! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tyger Tyger burning bright, <br>In the forests of the night: <br>What immortal hand or eye, <br>Dare frame thy fearful symmetry! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">William BLAKE 1757_1827</div><div style="margin:10px 0">________</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Tyger's Eye </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Tyger Tyger, once again<br>we'll praise your uncontested reign<br>where golden eye implies rebirth, <br>of jungle lord's word none constrain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From distant deeps of tropic skies.<br>to forests sparse where eagle flies, <br>your power ripples round world's girth -<br>how could it e'er be otherwise? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strength in each and every part<br>needs no paltry poet's art<br>to illustrate your peerless worth<br>which rhymes through time in class apart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Neither hammer, chain, may blind<br>furnace features, anvil mind, <br>you represent upon this Earth<br>both force and freedom none may bind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">[c] Jonathan Robin - parody William Blake written 27 June 2008 robi3_1775_blak1_0003 PXX_CNX </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Tiger Siberian and Riga Balterian</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Riga, Riga, brave despite<br>Russian army’s aimless might, <br>what eternal summer sky<br>could liberate thy people’s sigh? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though the hammer, sickle, chain<br>sickly are, they still remain<br>a present threat, their might and main<br>must from within be toppled! – Plain? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fifty years the Russian reign<br>ignomious has spread red stain, <br>fifty years too much! – again<br>freedom comes, no dumb refrain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Riga, Riga, free from fright<br>soon, before the New Year’s Night, <br>independence will attain –<br>light and laughter come again...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">© Jonathan Robin – Parody written 1 October 1991 – Parody William BLAKE – The Tyger</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Tiger</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tigre! Tigre! L’étincelle<br>du fond des forêts de la nuit, <br>quel oeil, quelle main immortelle<br>firent ta terrible symétrie? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dans quelles lointaines cimes, abîmes, <br>prit feu la puissance en tes yeux? <br>quelles ailes osèrent le sublime? <br>quel Promothée osa ce feu? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quelle force et savoir-faire<br>pliaient les muscles de ton coeur <br>quand ce coeur fit son tonnerre, <br>quelle main forte et quelle ardeur? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quelle chaîne et quel marteau, <br>de quel four sort ta cervelle? <br>quelle enclume? Quelle poignée<br>défia ces terreurs mortelles? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quand les étoiles envoient leurs dards, <br>versant leurs larmes au Paradis, <br>a-t-il souri voyant son art? <br>qui fit l’agneau fit toi aussi? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tigre, Tigre! L’étincelle<br>du fond des forêts de la nuit, <br>quel oeil, quelle main immortelle, <br>firent ta terrible symétrie? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">© Jonathan Robin – Parody written 26 January 1993 – Parody William BLAKE – The Tyger</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Likable Wilma</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Wilma, Wilma, in thy blouse, <br>Red-haired prehistoric spouse, <br>What immortal animator<br>Was thy slender waist's creator? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the Rubble clan moved in, <br>Was Betty jealous of thy skin, <br>Thy noble nose, thy dimpled knee? <br>Did he who penciled Fred draw thee? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wilma, Wilma, burning bright, ye<br>Cartoon goddess Aphrodite, <br>Was it Hanna or Barbera<br>Made thee hot as some caldera? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Francis HEANEY Anagram Parody William BLAKE – The Tiger</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>HEANEY Francis hean1_0004_hean1_0000 PWX_LXX Likable Wilma_Wilma, Wilma, in thy blouse</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nazi! Nazi! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nazi culture burning bright<br>With its nordic-Grecian light, <br>What sub-human dare defy<br>Its full totemic majesty? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Greek to speceies who are not<br>Aryan to the fina l clot, <br>Its ethnic-ethic-technic dwells<br>In nordic livestock’s sacred cells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stainless Aryan youth-bands now<br>Teach the tourist Herr and Frau, <br>That all folk-stems may in turn<br>Kraft duch Schadenfreude learn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Arts of blood by bloodbaths purged, <br>In pan-Germanic sunburst merged, <br>Will their rays as they aspire<br>Come to set the Thames on fire? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nazi! Nazi! burning brihgt<br>In Europe’s deep degenerate night, <br>Who but Nazi’s can descry<br>Thy primitive sublimity? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>1936<br>KATZIN Olga Miller 1896_198 – Parody William BLAKE – The Tyger</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reductio ad Absurdam</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(The vision unfolded by Professor Schäfer of the production of life by chemical means has been declared by other scientists to be the same discovery made long since by Darwin and Huxley. The absurdity of any such pretensions in the past is, of course, easily proved by the following reference to the case of Thomas.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thomas, Thomas, going large<br>Down the Mall’s majestic marge, <br>What mad scientist is he<br>Would claim to have concocted thee? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In what oxyhydrotherm<br>Dwelt thy protoplasmic germ? <br>In what subtle chemic spasm? <br>What the hand dare seize the plasm? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To what end, ‘neath what pretence<br>Arose thy utter lack of sense? <br>And, bringing such a thing to pass, <br>What blind fool, what silly ass? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What the formule? What the fault? <br>In what test-tube was thy salt? <br>What the bunsen? What the flame<br>Fused the fluid of thy frame? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the spars thrown down in spate<br>Formed thy weak precipitate, <br>Did he look on it with glee –<br>He who, to take a case, made me? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thomas, Thomis going large<br>Down the Mall’s majestic marge, <br>What mad scientist is he<br>Dare claim to have concocted thee? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wilfrid BLAIR 1889_1968 Sa Muse s’amuse 1914</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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Rumour rushing rampant right
round faithless forests of wraith night, 
what immoral hand or eye
could frame fly tearless symmetry? 

In what deep and dark disguise
spread irking libel, lurking lies? 
on what wasp wings dare they..."></div>
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