The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
Gossiping on the country-side, Spring and the wandering breezes say, God has thrown Heaven open wide And let the thrushes out to-day.
Gazing at the apex star configurations red picnic blanket the endless summer.
As a white candle In a holy place, So is the beauty Of an aged face.
Nor will a brave man choose to live when he, Full deeply drunk of life, has reached the dregs.
You say that you are wronged--ah, well, I count that friendship poor, at best A bauble, a mere bagatelle, That cannot stand so slight a test.
Taking daughter’s boyfriend hostage may have been a bit extreme, But other fathers have done worse things when their daughters were sixteen.
The terrier, down on the hearth, Twitches and barks in his sleep, Soft little foolish barks, More like a dream than a dog . . .
Beautiful lie the dead; Like ships, the anchor dropped, In a deep water.
I heard a cry in the night, A thousand miles it came, It was quiet then it was louder, My name, my name, my name…
Personification: Spring and the wandering breezes are given the ability to talk.
Metaphor: life is compared to a drink. The end of life is compared to the end of a drink, one with food particles in the bottom.
Metaphor: He compares the friendship to a bauble or bagatelle, a cheap trinket.
Personification: The soul is given the ability to select societies and shut doors.
Simile: The dog is compared to a dream using the word “like.”
Hyperbole: The summer is described as endless, which is an exaggeration.
Simile: The dead are compared to ships with anchors dropped.
Simile: an aged face was compared to a white candle using the word “as.”
Hyperbole: The speaker is exaggerating how loud the call was.
Understatement: Taking one’s daughter’s boyfriend hostage is more than “a bit” extreme.
