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Phonetic and Graphical stylistic means

Alliteration is the repetition of the same (or similar sounds or sound clusters, usually consonants, of stressed syllables in neighboring words or at short intervals withina line or passage, usually at word beginnings.


Wind whines and whines the shingle,

The crazy pier stakes groan;

A senile sea number seach single

Slime silvered stone

(James Joyce "On the beach of Fontana")


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Assonance is the repetition of similar vowelsounds! usually close together, to achieve a particular effect of euphony.


We real cool! We

left school! We

lurk late! We

Strike straight! We

Sing sin! We

Thin gin! We

Jazz June! We

Die soon!


Gwendolyn Brooks “We Real Cool”


Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost


He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sounds the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake


The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.


Onomatopoeia is the naming of a thing oraction by a vocal imitation of the soundassociated with it (such as buzz, hiss, zoom,whiz, crash, ding-dong).


Siesta of a Hungarian Snake Edwin Morgan

S sz sz SZ sz SZ sz ZS zs ZS zs zs z



" Where is Unga? Who is Unga?

" She - is -in - the -snow ."

Go on!" The Kid was pressing his wrist cruelly!

" So - I - would - be - in - the - snow - but I - had a -debt - to

pay, It- was heavy - I had-a - debt – to – pay - a - debt – to

pay – I - had -” . The faltering monosyllables ceased, as he

fumbled in his pouch and drew forth a buckskin sack




Poirot was shaken; shaken and embittered. Miss Lemon! the efficient miss Lemon, had let him down!A Pekinese dog! A Pekinese dog!




since feeling is first

since feeling is first

who pays any attention

to the syntax of things

will never wholly kiss you;...


we are for each other: then

laugh, leaning back in my arms

for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no paranthesis