REVIEW
for Lit Elements Test on September 30th
**Review Session Offered on Monday September 29th at 7:45 Am
The
following Literary Elements will be applied to passages throughout the
test. Make sure you really know/understand
the definitions.
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Simile
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Metaphor
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Personification
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Theme
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Hyperbole
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Tone
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Symbol
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Flashback
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Foreshadowing
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Idiom
·
Tone
·
Mood
·
Dynamic
·
Static
·
Denotation
·
Connotation
The
following passage/poems will be on the Test. Please feel free to analyze and annotate each
passage prior to the test.
Milkweed
- Jerry Spinelli –
1 So it was an even grander treat to see
the horses moving. I couldn’t
resist. The first day I went back alone
I was determined to ride a horse. There
was a foot of snow on the ground, but I never felt the cold. Every gilded saddle was occupied. I stood watching them go round and
round. I think my eyes must have been as big as the horses’,
my smile as wide as those of all the laughing children put together.
2 And then the horses slowed down and
came to a stop, and the music stopped, and the waiting people rushed forward
and pulled the children from the saddles.
I didn’t wait. I leaped onto the
platform and onto a horse. It was the
most beautiful of all the beautiful horses, and I had had my eye on it from the
start. It was as black as the coal dust
under my fingernails. It had gold
tassels behind its ears and a flying tail and three golden hooves on the ground
and one in the air. Its head was flung
high and its mouth was open as if shouting to the horses of the world: Look at
me! For those few moments I was
higher, I was grander, than anyone.
“Merry-Go-Round” – Patricia
Hubbell
1 I rode a golden carousel
across a tattered town,
(with
an up pony, up pony, up pony, down).
Far
across the tattered town
5 the carousel sped –
(The carousel was living
and the town was dead.)
The faces of the people
swirled around,
10 blurred and blended
in
calliope sound.
The
golden ponies shivered
and
my hand clutched mane,
The shrilling of calliope
15 filled my brain
with an up pony, up pony, up pony,
down;
(around me pulsed the tatters
of the torn, dead town).
I was whirling carousel, carousel
was me,
20 We were the living,
wild and free.
All
But Blind by Walter De la
Mare
All but blind
In his cambered hole
Gropes for worms
The four-clawed Mole.
In his cambered hole
Gropes for worms
The four-clawed Mole.
All but blind
In the evening sky
The hooded Bat
Twirls softly by.
In the evening sky
The hooded Bat
Twirls softly by.
All but blind
In the burning day
The Barn-Owl blunders
On her way.
In the burning day
The Barn-Owl blunders
On her way.
And blind as are
These three to me,
So blind to someone
I must be.
These three to me,
So blind to someone
I must be.
"A
Birthday" by Christina Rossetti :
My
heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is a weathered
shoot;
My
heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are
bent with thick-set fruit;
My
heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a
halcyon [peaceful] sea;
My
heart is gladder than all these Because my love is
come to me.
"The Garden of Proserpine"
by Algernon Swinburne :
There
go the loves that wither, The old loves with wearier wings;
And
all dead years draw thither, And
disastrous things;
Dead
dreams of days forsaken, Blind buds that snows have shaken,
Wild
leaves that winds have taken, Red strays of ruined springs.
And
love, grown faint and fretful, With lips but half regretful Sighs,
and with eyes forgetful Weeps that no loves
endure.
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