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RHETORICAL DEVICES AND FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE For Powerful Writers, Active Readers, and Master Orators
METAPHOR AND SIMILE FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE Used to make comparisons between two UNLIKE things. SIMILE: uses the words “LIKE” or “AS” Life is like a box of chocolates. METAPHOR: does not use the words “LIKE” or “AS” Your love is a beacon guiding me home.
PERSONIFICATION FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE The attribution of human quality to an inhuman thing. The daisies in my garden greet me with sunny smiles. The wind howled its might objection.
ALLITERATION FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE Repetition of the same of the same sound beginning several words in a sequence. Let us go forth to lead the land we love.
HYPERBOLE FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE Exaggeration for emphasis, blowing something out of proportion. She prefers steak that’s still mooing. I’m so hungry I could eat a horse.
ANAPHORA RHETORICAL DEVICE The repetition of a word or phrase at the beginning of successive phrases, clauses, or lines. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender. - Winston Churchill
ANTISTROPHE RHETORICAL DEVICE The repetition of a word/phrase at the end of successive phrases, clauses, or lines. In 1938, Hitler occupied Austria—without warning. In 1939, Hitler invaded Poland—without warning. And now Japan has attacked Malaya and Thailand—and the United States—without warning. Franklin D. Roosevelt
ANTITHESIS RHETORICAL DEVICE Opposition, or contrast of ideas/words in parallel construction. Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Shakespeare; Julius Caesar Love is an ideal thing, marriage is a real thing. Speech is silver, but silence is gold.
RHETORICAL QUESTION RHETORICAL DEVICE A question in which no answer is expected or provided. Do you have any idea how much this is going to cost me? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? –The Merchant of Venice