| A | B |
|---|
| allusion | When I was running late this morning I thought, "to be late, or not to be late; that is the question." |
| metaphor | Students are sailors on a journey. |
| simile | The moon hung like a light bulb in the sky. |
| alliteration | Mike's mean mother meant well. |
| antanaclasis | The month of March marches on. |
| synesthesia | We tasted the salty grin on the trickster's face. |
| repetition | Without a dream, without faith, without hope, there is nothing. |
| parallelism | I like to dance; John likes to sing; and Crystal likes to act. |
| imagery | The bruise on her arm was purple at top, blue at center, and the size of a dime. |
| personification | Your homework will rise up and bite you if you put it off. |
| conceit | Students are sailors on a journey; teachers are their captains, and hard work is their northern star. |
| synechdoce | Are you a musician? Do you play the keys? |
| metonymy | You can't fight city hall. |
| euphemism | I am not feeling well today. (instead of I gotta puke) |
| rhetorical questioning | Have you ever wondered how the stars got in the sky? Have you ever wished on a star? |
| rhyme | I love that glove; where did you get it? |
| understatement | The tornado made the task of driving a bit more difficult. |
| hyperbole | I've told you a billion times to clean this room! |
| assonance | I should have studied more; I hate this grade. |
| consonance | Throw the stick and the dog will watch and fetch. |
| paradox | The more I hate him, the more I love him (not parallelism) |
| oxymoron | jumbo shrimp |
| onomatopoeia | Moo, quack, smack, bleet. |
| cacophony | A toad the power mower caught, Chewed and clipped of a leg, with a hobbling hop has got |
| euphony | The word plum is delicious pout and push, luxury of self-love... |
| apostrophe | Oh, Spring Break! When will you come? |
| mood,tone,or attitude | Morose,macabre,grim,gothic - these words describe the ____ of Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven." |
| enjambment | When a line of poetry is intended to be read by snaking your eyes around from line to line. The poetic line doesn't end cleanly with the end of the thought. |
