WATSON
PREAP/GT REVIEW for Lit Elements Test on September 26
The
following Literary Elements will be applied to passages throughout the
test. Make sure you really
know/understand the definitions.
·
Simile
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Metaphor
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Personification
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Theme
·
Tone
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Symbol
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Idiom
·
Tone
·
Mood
·
Dynamic
·
Static
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Denotation
·
Connotation
The
following passages will be utilized 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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