Poetry Anthology Project

1. Poetry Anthology Project By:Carlee Phillips

2. Simile By : Christina Rossetti Flint An emerald is as green as grass,A ruby red as blood;A sapphire shines as blue as heaven;A flint lies in the mud. A diamond is a brilliant stone,To catch the world's desire;An opal holds a fiery spark;But a flint holds a fire. Christina Rossetti Simile: Comparing emerald to grass

3. Metaphor “Hope” is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson “Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me. Metaphor: Comparing hope to a bird

4. Acquainted with the Night I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light.I have looked down the saddest city lane.I have passed by the watchman on his beatAnd dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.I have stood still and stopped the sound of feetWhen far away an interrupted cryCame over houses from another street,But not to call me back or say good-bye;And further still at an unearthly height,O luminary clock against the skyProclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.I have been one acquainted with the night. By Robert Frost Alliteration: stood ,still, stopped and sound;Cry and came

5. Personification Personification: Giving the wind human character . The wind can’t really stand and shout. The Wind by James Stephens The wind stood up and gave a shout. He whistled on his fingers and Kicked the withered leaves about And thumped the branches with his hand And said that he'd kill and kill, And so he will and so he will.

6. Repetition By : Edgar Allan Poe Hear the sledges with the bells-Silver bells!What a world of merriment their melody foretells!How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,In the icy air of night!While the stars that oversprinkleAll the heavens, seem to twinkleWith a crystalline delight;Keeping time, time, time,In a sort of Runic rhyme,To the tintinnabulation that so musically wellsFrom the bells, bells, bells, bells,Bells, bells, bells-From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. Repetition: Bells, tinkle, and time being repeated throughout the poem.

7. Hyperbole Concord Hymnby Ralph Waldo Emerson By the rude bridge that arched the flood,Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,Here once the embattled farmers stoodAnd fired the shot heard round the world.The foe long since in silence slept;Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;And Time the ruined bridge has sweptDown the dark stream which seaward creeps.On this green bank, by this soft stream,We set today a votive stone;That memory may their deed redeem,When, like our sires, our sons are gone.Spirit, that made those heroes dareTo die, and leave their children free,Bid Time and Nature gently spareThe shaft we raise to them and thee. Hyperbole: Exaggeration of the sound of the shot. The shot heard around the world

8. Work Cited • Dickinson,Emily ““Hope” is the thing with feathers.”September 15,2010. www.poetryfoundation.org