Grade 7 Poetry Revision

1. Grade 7 Poetry Revision

2. The Fieldmouse~Cecil Frances Alexander AlliterationAssonanceRepetitionFree verseHyperboleImageryMetaphorMetonymyOnomatopoeiaPersonificationRhymeRhythmSimileStanzaSymbolSynecdocheThemeTone Where the acorn tumbles down,Where the ash tree sheds its berry,With your fur so soft and brown,With your eye so round and merry,Scarcely moving the long grass,Fieldmouse, I can see you pass. Little thing, in what dark den,Lie you all the winter sleeping?Till warm weather comes again,Then once more I see you peepingRound about the tall tree roots,Nibbling at their fallen fruits. Fieldmouse, fieldmouse, do not go,Where the farmer stacks his treasure,Find the nut that falls below,Eat the acorn at your pleasure,But you must not steal the grainHe has stacked with so much pain. Make your hole where mosses spring,Underneath the tall oak's shadow,Pretty, quiet harmless thing,Play about the sunny meadow.Keep away from corn and house,None will harm you, little mouse.

3. My Shadow ~Robert Louis Stevenson AlliterationAssonanceRepetitionFree verseHyperboleImageryMetaphorMetonymyOnomatopoeiaPersonificationRhymeRhythmSimileStanzaSymbolSynecdocheThemeTone I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest things about him is the way he likes to grow-Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;For he sometimes shoots up taller like an India rubber ball,And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all. He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see;I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up,I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.

4. Flint~Christina Rossetti AlliterationAssonanceRepetitionFree verseHyperboleImageryMetaphorMetonymyOnomatopoeiaPersonificationRhymeRhythmSimileStanzaSymbolSynecdocheThemeTone An emerald is as green as grass,A ruby red as blood;A sapphire shines as blue as heaven;A flint lies in the mud. A diamond is a brillant stone,To catch the world's desire;An opal holds a fiery spark;But a flint holds fire.

5. Eletelephony~Laura Richards AlliterationAssonanceRepetitionFree verseHyperboleImageryMetaphorMetonymyOnomatopoeiaPersonificationRhymeRhythmSimileStanzaSymbolSynecdocheThemeTone Once there was an elephant,Who tried to use the telephant-No! No! I mean an elephoneWho tried to use the telephone-(Dear me! I am not certain quiteThat even now I've got it right.) Howe'er it was, he got his trunkEntangled in the telephunk;The more he tried to get it free,The louder buzzed the telephee-(I fear I'd better drop the songOf elephop and telephong!)

6. From Little FatherLi-Young Lee (1957- ) AlliterationAssonanceRepetitionFree verseHyperboleImageryMetaphorMetonymyOnomatopoeiaPersonificationRhymeRhythmSimileStanzaSymbolSynecdocheThemeTone  I buried my father in my heart. Now he grows in me, my strange son,My little root who won’t drink milk,Little pale foot sunk in unheard-of night,Little clock spring newly wetIn the fire, little grape, parent to the futureWine, a son the fruit of his own son,Little father I ransom with my life.