Trope Alliteration

Allusion

Anaphora

Aposiopesis

Apostrophe

Assonance

Hyperbole Irony

Litotes

Meiosis Metaphor

Definition Repetition of sounds in a phrase Makes reference to something implicitly or explicitly Repetition of words at the beginning of neighbouring clauses Where a sentence is deliberately broken off and left unfinished Addressing something that isnt physically present Repetition of vowel sounds to create internal rhyming Exaggeration of a statement A word/phrase is used to say the opposite of what is meant When a negative statement is used to create an effect Understatement

Example She sells seashells by the seashore. Christy didn't like to spend money. She was no Scrooge, but she seldom purchased anything except the bare necessities. Mad world! Mad kings! Mad composition!

Well, I lay if I get hold of you I'll

Thou glorious sun!

Do you like blue?

Yo mamas so fat I just love scrubbing the floor.

Not bad.

Metonymy

Oxymoron

When a word/phrase is transformed from its literal meaning to stand for something else Use of an object The Crown; the White House. to embody a more general idea Using Awfully nice.

I was a little bit worried when the psychopath with the chainsaw ran at me. This is your brain on drugs.

Personification

Pun

Simile

Synecdoche

contradiction in a manner that makes sense Giving human qualities to inanimate objects Twisting the definition of words When one states a similarity between objects that are alike, but not completely the same In which a part stands for a whole

The stars danced.

Im glad I know sign language. Its pretty handy. Her eyes are blue like the sky.

He bought a new set of wheels.

Sonnet 18 William Shakespeare Shall I compare thee to a summers day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summers lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed, And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or natures changing course untrimmed: But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owst, Nor shall death brag thou wanderst in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growst, So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond E.E. Cummings somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look will easily unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

Devotions upon Emergent Occasions John Donne No man is an island, Entire of itself. Each is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less. As well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manor of thine own Or of thine friends were. Each mans death diminishes me, For I am involved in mankind. Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee.

Kubla Khan Samuel Taylor Coleridge In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

Sonnets from the Portuguese 43 Elizabeth Barrett Browning How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everydays Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhoods faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. Stopping by Woods Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sounds the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

This Be The Verse Philip Larkin They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one anothers throats. Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And dont have any kids yourself.

The Wasteland T.S. Eliot April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade, And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.