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A Red, Red Rose [simile: my loved one is like a rose]

by Robert Burns


My love is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June :
My love is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune!.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I :
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry!.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun :
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run!.

And fare thee weel, my only love,
And fare thee weel a while !
And I will come again, my love,
Thou’ it were ten thousand mile!.


Personification in a prose poem by Arthur Rimbaud!. This is the preface to "A Season in Hell" Beauty is a woman = personification!.]

Long past, if I remember well, my life was a party where all hearts were open, where all wines flowed!.

One evening, I seated Beauty on my knees!.—And I found her bitter!.—And I reviled her!.

I took arms against righteousness!.

I took flight!. O witches, misery, hatred, my treasure was entrusted to you!

I managed to clear my spirit of all human hope!. To strangle every joy, I pounced on it like a savage beast, stealthily!.

I called on firing squads in order to bite the butts of their guns while dying!. I called for plagues in order to gag myself on blood, on sand!. Disaster was my god!. I wallowed in the gutter!. I dried myself in the criminal breeze!. And I played some fine tricks madly, passionately!.

And springtime brought me the idiot’s horrific laughter!.

Now, suddenly finding myself at the point of producing my ultimate croak! I had a dream of searching for the key to the ancient feast, where I might recover my appetite!.

Compassion is that key!.—This insight is proof that I was dreaming!

“You’re stuck being a hyena, etc!.” !. !. !. protests the demon who’d crowned me in such lovely poppies!. “Seize death with all your appetites, and your egotism and every deadly sin!.”

Ahh! I’ve had it up to here:—But, my dear Satan, I conjure you, an eye less angry! and while awaiting a few belated little acts of cowardice, you who love a lack of descriptive or instructive talent in a writer, for you I rip loose these few hideous pages out of my diary of the damned!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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This short poem has both personification an simile!.!. It is famous so do not try and pass it off as your own!.



The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands!.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls!.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson



personification : with crooked hands"!.!.!. birds do not have hands"

simile:" like a thunderbolt " ascribes the act of diving or falling with the use of the word like"Www@QuestionHome@Com

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