Alliteration, Assonance, Consonance - Poetic Dev ...

“She sells seashells by the seashore.”

“Wait,” whispered Wendy, her gaze wandering wistfully.

Alice ignored the malice of the imp and bought the palace.

"He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake." - Robert Frost

I like to decline an offer of wine to define my style.

Here and there his brown skin hung in strips like ancient wallpaper

Roy ran in the raging rain.

“Row more slowly,” bellowed the old, bony crone.

The lawn thrived when it began to rain.

My puppy punched me in the eye.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, - While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping.

"I might like to take a flight to an island in the sky."

"I must confess that in my quest I felt depressed and restless."

"Hear the mellow wedding bells"

“Light my fire.”

"A duck that clucked drove a truck into an aqueduct."

It will creep and beep while you sleep.

"Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dark fox gone to ground"

"Aunt Agnes! Ack! Another accounting error!"

There is no right time to imitate the teacher.

Betty Botter bought some butter, "But," she said, "the butter's bitter;

Fred wondered why the road wound to a jagged end.

"The rain in Spain stays mainly on the plain."