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Meter
pattern of poem through groupings of accented syllables
Didactic
teaches a lesson and is instructed
Villanelle
5 tercets and one quatraint
Ballad
meant to be sung
Sonnett
14 lines
Alliteration
repeated
Caesura
Pause like a comma or period or semicolon
Imagery
visual, auditory, olfactory, gustatory, tactile
assonance
repetition of stressed vowels
Blank Verse
Unrhymed iambic pentameter (ten syllables a line)
Cacophony
Harsh or dissonant sounding language
Connotation
implied meaning
Denotation
actual meaning
Diction
writer's choice of words for effectiveness
Enjambment
run on sentences through verses
Free Verse
unrhymed
Hyperbole
exaggeration
Metonymy
Substitution of a term
Stanza
group of lines that represent different thoughts
symbol
an object or person with a meaning on its own, and another implied meaning to teach a lesson
tone
word to describe a person or setting of a poem
verbal irony
Saying opposite of what one means
verse
Line of poetry
Under the bludgeonings of chance
Invictus
I am the master of my fate OR I thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul
Invictus
Because their words had forked no lighting
Do Not Go Gentle
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray
Do Not Go Gentle
The darkest evening of the year
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
He Plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning
Dulce Et Decorum Est
Of Vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues
Dulce Et Decorum Est
Smart lad, to slip betimes away
To an Athlete Dying Young
His Hands were like Wild Birds
Ex Basketball Player
The eye of a little god
Mirrors
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Mirrors
Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
Poryphyias lover
till the heart of me weeps to belong
Piano
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
Sonnet 18
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
Sonnet 18
Did you want to see me broken?
Still I rise
Scratched his head and kept on thinking;
Miniver Cheevy
For this, for everything, we are out of tune
The World Is Too Much With Us
Each with his feuds, and jealousies, and sorrows
Dreamers
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If