Set2

Front 1

alliteration

Back 1

"Jesse’s jaguar is jumping and jiggling jauntily."

Front 2

assonance

Back 2

"To the shrouds they took,—they shook in the hurling and horrible airs.

Is out with it! Oh,

We lash with the best or worst

Word last! How a lush-kept plush-capped sloe

Will, mouthed to flesh-burst,

Gush!—flush the man, the being with it, sour or sweet,

Brim, in a flash, full!—Hither then, last or first " by Gerald Manley Hopkins

Front 3

Blank verse

Back 3

by
William Shakespeare

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Front 4

couplet

Back 4

"Blessed are you whose worthiness gives scope,/Being had, to triumph; being lacked, to hope."

Front 5

Closed form

Back 5

"Femme,
Flamme,
Eau!

Au
Drame
L'âme
Faut.

Même
Qui
L'aime

S'y
Livre
Ivre." by Charles Cros

Front 6

Dactyl

Back 6

"Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred".

by
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Front 7

Epic

Back 7

"By the shore of Gitchie Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
At the doorway of his wigwam,
In the pleasant Summer morning,
Hiawatha stood and waited"
by
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Front 8

foot

Back 8

"WHE ther | or NOT | we FIND | what WE | are SEE king
IS ID | le BI | o LO | gi CA | ly SPEA king"

Front 9

Free verse

Back 9

This institution,
perhaps one should say enterprise
out of respect for which
one says one need not change one’s mind
about a thing one has believed in,
requiring public promises
of one’s intention
to fulfill a private obligation:
I wonder what Adam and Eve
think of it by this time,
this fire-gilt steel
alive with goldenness;
how bright it shows—
Marianne Moore

Front 10

lyric poetry

Back 10

“Turn back the heart you've turned away

Give back your kissing breath

Leave not my love as you have left

The broken hearts of yesterday

But wait, be still, don't lose this way

Affection now, for what you guess

May be something more, could be less

Accept my love, live for today.”

“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's 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 nature's changing course untrimmed.”

Front 11

metaphor

Back 11

"The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on."
From the Fog by Carl Sandburg

Front 12

Onomatopoeia

Back 12

Boom!
Went the food
trays.
Clap! Clap!
Goes the teacher.
Rip!
Went the
plastic bag.
Munch! Munch!
Go the students.
Slurp!!!
Went the straws.
Whisper
Is what half the kids
in the room
are doing.
Crunch!
Crunch!
go
the candy bars.


By: Rachael

Front 13

quatrain

Back 13

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?



-From William Blake's "The Tyger"

Front 14

ode

Back 14

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:

by John Keats

Front 15

personification

Back 15

"Ah, William, we're weary of weather,"
said the sunflowers, shining with dew.
"Our traveling habits have tired us.
Can you give us a room with a view?"

They arranged themselves at the window
and counted the steps of the sun,
and they both took root in the carpet
where the topaz tortoises run.
by
William Blake

Front 16

Epigram

Back 16

I am unable, yonder beggar cries,
To stand, or move; if he say true, he lies.
byJohn Donne

Front 17

Meter

Back 17

The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
--Emily Dickinson

Front 18

image

Back 18

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
by
T. S. Eliot

Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells

Front 19

caesura

Back 19

Know then thyself II, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of Mankind II is Man.
Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise, and rudely great:

by
Alexander Pope