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6th year poetry revision
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And swear, No where Lives a woman true, and fair.
Song: Go and catch a falling star - rhyme
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This flea is you and I, and this Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is;
The Flea - metaphor
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The Dresden clock continued ticking on the mantelpiece,
Aunt Helen - symbolism
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the winkles would be wet and glisten blue like little night skies themselves
Buying Winkles - simile
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The bell-beat of their wings above my head, Trod with a lighter tread.
The Wild Swans at Coole - alliteration/imagery
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A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
Irish airman - imagery
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Cruel and sudden, hast thou since Purpled thy nail, in blood of innocence?
The Flea - imagery
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The flames were blue and pink and green
Hearth lesson - imagery
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The needle in its track The knife in the back
Prayer for the children of Longing - rhyme
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My country is Kiltartan Cross, My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
Irish Airman - repetition
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The streets that defeated them
Prayer for the Chidren of Longing - Personification
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I’d bear the newspaper twists bulging fat ...proudly home, like torches.
Buying Winkles - simile
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I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore
Lake Isle of Innisfree - alliteration
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And scatter wheeling in great broken rings Upon their clamorous wings.
The Wild Swans at Coole - onomatopoeia and symbol of eternity
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The flames sheered from cinder to chimney breast like trapped exotic birds;
Hearth lesson - simile
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the smell of men together with drink and I’d see light in golden mirrors.
Buying Winkles - imagery
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I’m net, umpire, and court; mos,t balls are lobbed over my head.
Hearth lesson - metaphor
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And you both see the same star Pitching its tent on the point of the steeple –
To Niall Woods and Xenya - imagery/metaphor
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"I’d dash from the ghosts on the stairs where the bulb had blown out"
Buying Winkles - metaphor / alliteration
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I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
repetition
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Where the phone lay unattended in a calm Of mirror glass and sunstruck pendulums…
A Call - imagery
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There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
Lake Isle of Innisfree - imagery
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I see the white cloud of his hair In the distance like an eternity.
It's Not - metaphor
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You in your going-away coat speeding ahead And me, me then like a fleet god gaining Upon you before you turned to a reed
The Underground - Allusion
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What does living do to any of us? And why do we grip it, hang on As if it’s the ribs of a horse Past commanding?
The Searchers - metaphor
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The streets that broke their backs
Personification/alliteration
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And the bicycle ticked, ticked, ticked
A Constable Calls - symbolism
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When he saw her passing by in her white trousers Dangling a knife on a ring at her belt.
Street - imagery / symbolism of being innocent
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The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o’clock.
Preludes - olfactory imagery
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