Show:
Poetic Devices
Poetic Devices
Poetic Devices
Mood
Main Idea
100
And I, I am an old ship at the bottom of the sea, lost, abandoned, but full of memories.
What is Metaphor and Assonance
100
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee;
What is assonance and consonance?
100
Now bouncing tiptoe like a dropped ball Or a kid skipping rope
What is simile?
100
f you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much: If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
What is inspiring?
100
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school.
What is that everyone in the world is merely playing the same part?
200
"Have you got a brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows tremble so?"
What is personification and metaphor?
200
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
What is simile?
200
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
What is alliteration and repetition?
200
Half a league half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred: 'Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns' he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. 'Forward, the Light Brigade!' Was there a man dismay'd ? Not tho' the soldier knew Some one had blunder'd: Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do & die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd & thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wonder'd. Honour the charge they made! Honour the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred! Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, While horse & hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro' the jaws of Death, Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
What is that a soldier does his duty no matter the cost?
300
How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells, Of the bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!
What is repetition and alliteration (and assonance, technically.)
300
Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth.
What is Hyperbole?
300
"The sea had climbed the mountain peaks, And shouted to the stars To come to play: and down they came Splashing in happy wars.
What is personification?
300
From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone.
What is depressing and sullen?
300
A Poison Tree BY WILLIAM BLAKE I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I waterd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night. Till it bore an apple bright. And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine. And into my garden stole, When the night had veild the pole; In the morning glad I see; My foe outstretched beneath the tree. back to top
What that humans tend to hold on to grudges, but it is healthier for our relationships that we discuss our problems rather than hide them. (open to interpretation)
400
"The killer wore a mark of Cain as he stalked his brother" -
What is allusion?
400
or the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
What is assonance and consonance?
400
she ripped it into shreds without a single word and slapped me hard. In my sixty-fourth year I can feel my cheek still burning.
What is alliteration and hyperbole?
400
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
What is defiant and proud?
400
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
What is no matter what, I won't give up!
500
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
What is consonance?
500
s of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
What is repetition, onomatopoeia, and assonance?
500
"Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food."
What is metaphor?
500
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise.
What is hopeful, sassy, demanding?
500
f you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much: If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
What is that if you can overcome obstacles, you will be a good man (or woman :) )