Literary Device Game

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Her father had inherited that temper; and at times, like antelope fleeing before fire on the slope, his people fled from his red rages.” 

Riders of the Purple Sage, by Zane Grey


Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines…

Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

5 –

Life’s like a road that you travel on
When there’s one day here, and the next day gone
Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your back to the wind

Song by Tom Cochrane

6 –

I wondered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o’ver vales and hills…

Poem: Cloud by William Wordsworth