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English Wilfred Owen
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| Question | Answer |
|---|---|
| What passing-bells... | What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? (Rhetorical Question and Chremamorphism) (Anthem For Doomed Youth) |
| Only the monstrous... | Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle (Alliteration) (Anthem For Doomed Youth) |
| No mockeries... | No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells, (Repitition) (Anthem For Doomed Youth) |
| What candles... | What candles may be held to speed them all? (Rhetorical Question) (Anthem For Doomed Youth) |
| Bent double... | Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, (Simile) (Dulce Et Decorum Est) |
| Gas... | Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! (Onomatopoeia) (Dulce Et Decorum Est) |
| He plunges... | He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. (Rule of Threes and Negative emotive language) (Dulce Et Decorum Est) |
| My friend... | My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est (Irony) (Dulce Et Decorum Est) |
| Voices of... | Voices of boys rang like a hymn, Voices of play and pleasure after day, (Simile and Juxtaposition) (Disabled) |
| Now he... | Now he will never feel again how slim Girls' waists are, or how warm their subtle hands, (Imagery) (Disabled) |
| All of... | All of them touch him like some queer disease. (Simile) (Disabled) |
| And half... | And half his lifetime lapsed in the hot race And leap of purple spurted from his thigh. (Metaphor) (Disabled) |
| Tonight he... | Tonight he noticed how the women's eyes Passed from him to the strong men that were whole. (Dichotomy) (Disabled) |
| How cold... | How cold and late it is! Why don't they come And put him into bed? Why don't they come? (Rhetorical Question) (Disabled) |
| Move him... | Move him into the sun - Gently its touch awoke him once, (Juxtaposition) (Futility) |
| At home... | At home, whispering of fields half-sown (Symbolism) (Futility) |
| Full-nerved... | Full-nerved - still warm - too hard to stir? (Rhetorical Question) (Futility) |
| Was it... | Was it for this the clay grew tall? (Rhetorical Question) (Futility) |
| I went... | I went hunting wild After the wildest beauty in the world, (Repetition) (Strange Meeting) |
| Courage was... | Courage was mine, and I had mystery, Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery; (Repetition) (Strange Meeting) |
| To miss... | To miss the march of this retreating world (Personification) (Strange Meeting) |