Hint | Stylistic device |
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. (Shakespeare, Sonnet 18) | |
The yellow fog that rubbs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow fog that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes. (T.S. Eliot | |
Peace, peace, thou hippotamus! (Ogden Nash | |
For thee I watch, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere. (Shakespeare, Sonnet 18) | |
Happy my studies, when by theses approved! Happier the author, when by these beloved! (Alexander Pope) | |
With wealth your state, your mind with arts, improve. (John Done) | |
All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies... (John Donne) | |
After the sunset and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, (T.S. Eliot) | |
Here rests his head upon the lap of earth. (Thomas Gray) | |
Authors are partial to their wit, this true/ But are not Critics to their judgement too? (Alexander Pope) | |
| Hint | Stylistic device |
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush (Gerard Manley Hopkins) | |
Gobbets of blubber spill to wind and weather (Robert Lowell) | |
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay (Dylan Thomas) | |
Dizzle... splash | |
My love is like a red, red nose (Robert Burns) | |
She was very certain that life was a fashion show | |
A loud shirt | |
Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, (Thomas Gray) | |
When I consider how my light is spent | |
Fair stood the wind for France, when we our sails advance (Michael Drayton | |
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