Similes, Metaphors, & Idioms
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.
What is a Simile
Used to indicate that a named person is also known or more familiar under another specified name.
Alias
isolated, never steps foot outside
Boo Radley
A stanza is a paragraph in a poem
True
Blank originated as part of an old fashion form of communication
Poems
The alligator's teeth are white daggers.
Metaphor
Causing repulsion or horror; grisly
Gruesome
Who does Atticus admire because her courage
Mrs. Dubose
A haiku is traditionally a Japanese poem consisting of five short lines that do not rhyme.
False
I felt a cleaving in my mind
As if my brain had split;
I tried to match it, seam by seam,
But could not make them fit.
The thought behind I strove to join
Unto the thought before,
But sequence ravelled out of reach
Like balls upon a floor.
common meter
Her temper tantrum was a tornado passing through the Midwest.
Metaphor
Spell Sanctimonious
Sanctimonious
Who is the protagonist of the novel?
Scout
The novel is set in a the 1930's in the fictional town of Maycome, Alabama.
True
A poem with 14 lines; each line has 10 syllables; written in iambic pentameter
Sonnet
We wanted to throw a surprise party, but Penny let the cat out of the bag.
Idiom
Relating to the Christian Church or its clergy
Ecclesiastical
Why does Atticus take on the case of Tom Robinson?
He believes it is the right thing to do.
A poem that celebrates a subject; a tribute to an object, person, or event is a(n)...
Ode
What's wrong with this Poem? 1 cup of trust
1 cup of secrets
1/2 a cup of honesty
then mix in 1/2 a cup of encouragement and support, with a touch of laughter
What is wrong with this poem
There's nothing wrong with it
The great gold apples of light hang from the street’s long bough, dripping their light on the faces that drift below, on the faces that drift and blow.
Metaphors
Spell Etiquette
Etiquette
sheriff of Maycomb, asks Atticus to shoot a dog.
Heck Tate
Vengeance is spelt with a z
False
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
Imagery poetry