Rhyme - a word that has the same sound as another Examples? Internal Rhyme - Rhyme inside a line of poetry Example: The cat picked up the bat. End Rhyme - when the last word of multiple lines of poetry rhyme Example: She didn’t know what to do If only she could count on you Mood - The way a poem makes the reader feel
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Rhyme - a word that has the same sound as another Examples? Internal Rhyme- Rhyme inside a line of poetry Example: The cat picked up the bat. End Rhyme-
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Rhyme - a word that has the same sound as another Examples?
Internal Rhyme- Rhyme inside a line of poetry Example: The cat picked up the bat.
End Rhyme- when the last word of multiple lines of poetry rhyme Example: She didn’t know what to do If only she could count on you
Mood- The way a poem makes the reader feel
Imagery/Sensory Language- Words that appeal to your senses of sight, sound, smell, touch, or taste Examples: fuzzy, sour, pine scented cleaner, clang, bright blue
Alliteration- Repeating the initial, or first sound of words Example: Her hair flowed like hot lava. The H sound and L sound are repeated at the beginning of words.
Theme- the central meaning, message, or lesson of the poem Example: Never give up, beauty can be found in ordinary things
The next slides feature stanzas from the poem “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe.
Can you find examples of internal rhyme & end rhyme?
What is the mood of these stanzas?Identify some examples of imagery (sensory
words).What are some examples of alliteration?
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door
- Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore –
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore –