Project 3, Exercise 2, Poetic Devices.

Rhyme -The Carrion Crow by John Heath Stubbs.

 ‘A carrion crow sat on an oak and watched where the line of battle broke

A carrion crow crow sat on an ash- he hears the spears and shields clash.’

Rhythm- The Boneyard Rap by Wes Magee

‘This the rhythm of the boneyard rap, knuckle bones click and hand bones clap’

Repetition- O Captain! My Captain!, by Walt Whitman

‘O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;’

 Aliteration-  The Latest School-G.K.Chesterton

‘See the flying French depart, Like the bees of Bonaparte’

Assonance- Who has seen the wind? –Christina Rossetti

‘Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you,
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.’

Consonance- T was later when the summer went- Emily Dickson

‘T was later when the summer went
Than when the cricket came,
And yet we knew that gentle clock
Meant nought but going home.’

Onomatopia- The Bells- Edgar Allan Poe

‘Hear the sledges with the bells –
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens seem to twinkle…’

 Personification- Loveliest of Trees the Cherry Now- A.H. Houseman 

“Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.”

 Simile- My Mistress ‘Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun- William Shakespeare

‘My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.’

Metaphor- Sonnet 18- William Shakespeare

‘Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day,’

Imagery: Preludes –T.S Eliot

‘The winter evening settles down
With smells of steaks in passageways.
Six o’clock.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps. And then the lighting of the lamps.’

All websites and links accessed 28th July 2016.

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