| A | B |
|---|
| metaphor | Fame is a bee. |
| extended metaphor | Fame is a bee./ It has a song-/ It has a sting-/ Ah, too, it has a wing. |
| dead metaphor | The president is a lame duck who is running out of gas. |
| ellipsis points | The narrator observes, "My aunt wept quietly..." |
| simile | Wagons moving across like centipedes. |
| assonance | The tide rises, the tide falls./ The twilight darkens, the curfew calls. |
| paradox | I am not solitary while I read and write though there is no one with me. |
| oxymoron | The deafening silence of sweet sorrow. |
| alliteration | But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls. |
| image | The piercing chill I feel: My dead wife's comb, in our bedroom, under my heel. |
| dead metaphor | The head of the house; the seat of the government. |
| consonance | Ticktock/ singsong |
| hyperbole | My heart flew into my mouth so suddenly that if I hadn't clapped my teeth together I should have lost it. |
| symbol | A picture of a skull and crossbones. |
| protagonist | Cinderella. |
| stereotype | Rip van Winkle; Scrooge. |
| personification | Plump, sleek, arrogant mice. |
| antagonists | Cinderella's two wicked stepsisters. |
| direct characterization | He was an old man and a miser. |
| indirect characterization | "I have no time for old folk. Their lives are almost done." |
