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A S S O N A N C E: That solitude which suits abstruse musings. On a proud round cloud in white high night. And the moon rose over an open field.
R H Y M E:
R H Y M E S C H E M E:
Bid me to weep, and I will weep While I have eyes to see; And having none, and yet I will keep A heart to weep for thee.
R E P E T I T I O N:
I'm nobody! Who are You? I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody too? Then there's a pair of us-don't tell! They'd banish us you know. How dreary to be somebody! how public, like a frog. To tell your name livelong day To an admiring bog!
S I M I L E:
My love is like a red, red rose. You were as brave as a lion. That guy is as nutty as a fruitcake.
M E T A P H O R:
P E R S O N I F I C A T I O N:
The stars danced playfully in the moonlit sky. The run down house appeared depressed. The first rays of morning tiptoed through the meadow.
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I Love To Write Poems
I love to write Day and night What would my heart do? But cry, sigh and be blue If I could not write