FC: Poetry and the use of Sound Devices by Mrs. Schlinger
2: Alliteration- repetition of initial consonant sounds
3: cascading cats dressy daffodils lounging lamas
4: A Smile As Sweet As Spring | “Places and Men” by William Allingham In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand, Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees, The shallow tide-wave courses to the land, And all along the down a fringe one sees Of ducal woods. That 'dim discovered spire' Is Chichester, where Collins felt a fire Touch his sad lips; thatched Felpham roofs are these, Where happy Blake found heaven more close at hand. Goodwood and Arundel possess their lords, Successive in the towers and groves, which stay; These two poor men, by some right of their own, Possessed the earth and sea, the sun and moon, The inner sweet of life; and put in words A personal force that doth not pass away.
5: "Summum Bonum" by Robert Browning All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee: All the wonder and wealth of the mine in the heart of one gem: In the core of one pearl all the shade and the shine of the sea: Breath and bloom, shade and shine, wonder, wealth, and--how far above them-- Truth, that's brighter than gem, Trust, that's purer than pearl,-- Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe--all were for me In the kiss of one girl
6: Consonance-repetition of consonant sounds within and at the ends of words
7: blank, think strong, string lady lounges lazily dark deep dread
8: "A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree" Emily Dickinson A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook, That went to help the sea. Myself conjectured, Were they pearls, What necklaces could be! The dust replaced in hoisted roads, The birds jocoser sung; The sunshine threw his hat away, The orchards spangles hung. The breezes brought dejected And bathed them in the glee; The East put out a single flag, And signed the fete away.
9: "The Soul's Expression" Elizabeth Barrett Browning With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right That music of my nature, day and night With dream and thought and feeling interwound And inly answering all the senses round With octaves of a mystic depth and height Which step out grandly to the infinite From the dark edges of the sensual ground. This song of soul I struggle to outbear Through portals of the sense, sublime and whole, And utter all myself into the air: But if I did it,--as the thunder-roll Breaks its own cloud, my flesh would perish there, Before that dread apocalypse of soul.
10: Assonance-repetition of vowel sounds when consonant sounds are unalike, creating partial rhyme
11: mellow bells crumbling thunder purple curtain
12: Nothing Is So Beautiful As Spring | "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night" Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, less, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
13: Nothing Is So Beautiful As Spring | "The Raven" (excerpt) Edgar Allan Poe And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;- This it is, and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;- Darkness there, and nothing more.
14: Poetic Sound Devices
15: Alliteration | Consonance | Assonance