Imagery

Simile Metaphor

Personification

Aural imagery• Alliteration• Assonance

• Onomatopoeia

Symbol

Alliteration is the repetition of initial sounds in

neighbouring words

It’s do or die

Safe and sound

It’s now or never

The sweet smell of success

Swing low sweet chariot

It’s do or die

Safe and sound

It’s now or never

The sweet smell of success

Swing low sweet chariot

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSl916xJqvM

The tutor who tooted a fluteTried to tutor two tooters to toot.Said the two to their tutor,Is it harder to toot or To tutor two tooters to toot?

Wise Words Ward Off Wrath

Wise Words ward off wrath, whilst foolish words fuel the fires of feud. Pleasant words are persuasive and pave the path for peace. Harsh words hurt and harbor hatred.Harsh words hatch feuds.Soft words sow soothing seeds.Unkind words kindle the fires of rage.Vulgar comments violate and vilify.Gossips strips and tears friends apart. Insulting words instigate insurrection and infighting.Nagging negates, complicates and conflagrates:Zip your mouth when your mind is not in a Good gear.

Ozymandias – Percy Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique landWho said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.

And on the pedestal these words appear --"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bareThe lone and level sands stretch far away.'

Ozymandias – Percy Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique landWho said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.

And on the pedestal these words appear --"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"Nothing beside remains. Round the decayOf that colossal wreck, boundless and bareThe lone and level sands stretch far away.'

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