White shadow.

 

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,

And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.

He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;

And I see him jump before me when I jump into my bed.

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow—

Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;

For he sometimes shoots up taller like an India-rubber ball,

And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.

He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,

And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.

He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see;

I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!

One morning, very early, before the sun was up,

I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;

But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,

Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.

The first connection that I made with the title was a black lazy couch potato. One of the poetic devices I found was personification this is my cite evidence for it: And I see him jump over me and But my lazy little shadow. and I also found some similes in this poem like For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india rubber ball. The rhyming pattern I found in this poem was A A B B this rhyming pattern was followed all throughout the poem. the structure in the poem was four stanzas and four lines. I think the meaning of the poem is how it's like to be a shadow and I also think the author is trying to make you think about how it would be if you were a shadow.

I wandered lonely as a cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In a vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

The first connection I made to the title was a sad feeling. the rhyming pattern I found was A B A C C in the poem there are four paragraphs and six lines in each one. I think the poet is trying to make you think about reflecting on things you've done because in the first three stanzas he talks about being outside and expressing himself. and then in the last stanza, he talks about reflecting about what happened how he is couped up in his house and doesn't do anything about it in a way his talking about how his life and how he doesn't like to express himself to the world in this poem I found one hyperbole this is the cite evidence I have A host of golden daffodils. found a simile this is my cite evidence of it to continuous as stars that shine and twinkle on the milky way. and I also found some personification for example The waves beside them danced and And dances wit the dofodils.

Poetic devises.

 

IF BY RUDYARD KIPLING.

 If you can keep your head when all about you   

    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

    But make allowance for their doubting too;   

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   

    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

    And treat those two impostors just the same;   

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

    And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   

    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

    If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   

    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

This poem was written by Rudyard Kipling. The first time I read the title it gave me a happy and fun feeling but when I read the actual poem I felt sad and then, in the end, I felt a little bit better but when I came to understand this poem I realized that the meaning of this is about how you could come across things in life such as the things written in the poem such as or walk with kings-nor lose the common touch.The rhyming pattern I found in the poem is more like A A A A B C D C that is what the first stanza sounds like. the second one sounds like A B A B C D E D.and the fourth one is more like A B C B D E F E.in In the poem there are four stanzas and eight lines in each stanza.

Sympathy.

 I know what the caged bird feels, alas!

    When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;   

When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,   

And the river flows like a stream of glass;

    When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,   

And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—

I know what the caged bird feels!

I know why the caged bird beats his wing

    Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;   

For he must fly back to his perch and cling   

When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;

    And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars   

And they pulse again with a keener sting—

I know why he beats his wing!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,

    When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—

When he beats his bars and he would be free;

It is not a carol of joy or glee,

    But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,   

But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—

I know why the caged bird sings!

This poem was written by Paul Laurence Dunbar. The Toen of the first stanza is more like A B A A B C and for the second stanza it is more like A B A A B C C and for the last stanza, it is like A B A A B C C.

In this poem, I found about three poetic devices. The poem was organized with three stanzas and seven lines in each stanza. The meaning of this poem is about how miserable a bird can get in a cage. and I think the author also wants you to think about the bird in the cage.