| A | B |
|---|
| Allegory | Plato's description of a man emerging slowly out of the darkness of a cave to see for the first time the light of the sun |
| Alliteration | veni, vidi, vici |
| Anaphora | nihil agis, nihil moliris, nihil cogitas |
| Aposiopesis | quos ego...! Aeneid 1.135 |
| Apostrophe | for Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel. |
| Assonance | O fortunatam natam me consule Romam! |
| Asyndeton | But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. |
| Chiasmus | Those gallant men will remain often in my thoughts and in my prayers always. |
| Ecphrasis | Homer's description of Achilles shield in Book 18 of the Iliad |
| Ellipsis | haec secum (dixit) Aeneid 1.37 |
| Enjambment | gratias tibi maximas Catullus | agit pessimus omnium poeta |
| Hendiadys | I love the Lord, because he hath heard my voice and my supplications. Psalms 116 |
| Hyperbole | da mi basia mille, deinde centum, | dein mille altera, dein secunda centum, | deinde usque altera mille, deinde centum |
| Hysteron Proteron | Put on your shoes and socks |
| Irony | Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; | and Brutus is an honourable man |
| Litotes | A few unannounced quizzes are not inconceivable |
| Metaphor | Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player |
| Metonymy | He is a man of the cloth |
| Onomatopoeia | magno cum murmure montis- Aeneid 1.55 |
| Oxymoron | Festina lente |
| Personification | England expects every man to do his duty |
| Pleonasm | No one, rich or poor, will be accepted |
| Polysyndeton | horae quidem cedunt et dies et menses et anni |
| Praeteritio (=paraleipsis) | Let us make no judgment on the events of Chappaquiddick, since the facts are not yet all in. |
| Prolepsis | Consider the lilies of the field how they grow |
| Prosopopoeia | when Cicero speaks in the Pro Caelio as if he were Appias Claudius Caecus |
| Simile | My love is as a fever, longing still | For that which longer nurseth the disease |
| Synchysis | aurea purpuream subnectit fibula vestem Vergil, Aeneid 4.139 |
| Synecdoche | He looks great in his new set of wheels |
| Tmesis | what place soever |
| Transferred Epithet (Hypallage) | gemina teguntur | lumina nocte |
| Tricolon Crescens | I know it; I do not approve; and I am not resigned. |
| Zeugma | Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn | The living record of your memory. |
