Stylistic Device Test 2 II version
Stylistic Device Test 2 I version
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| Irony
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| His voice was a dagger of corroded brass.
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| Apart from splits based on politics, racial, religious and ethnic backgrounds and specific personality differences, we’re just one cohesive team.
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| Ten-thirty is a dark hour in a town where respectable doors are locked at nine.
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| His mind was alert and people asked him to dinner not for old times’ sake, but because he was worth his salt.
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| You cheat, you tricked our son. Took our son with a scheming trick, Miss Tomboy, Miss Sarcastic, Miss Sneerface.
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| Her mother is perfectly unbearable. Never met such a Gorgon.
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| We talked and talked and talked, easily, sympathetically, wedding her experience with my articulation
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| She was a faded white rabbit of a woman.
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| The car which picked me up on that particular guilty evening was a Cadillac limousine about seventy-three blocks long.
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| Huck Finn and Holden Caulfield are Good Bad Boys of American literature.
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| The delicatessen owner was a spry and jolly fifty.
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| It was easier to assume a character without having to tell so many lies and you brought a fresh eye to the job.
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| The lift held two people and rose slowly, groaning with diffidence.
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| He acknowledged the early-afternoon customer with a be-with-you-in-a-minute nod.
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| She wore a pink hat, the size of a button.
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| Since I left you mine eye is in my mind.
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| She was conscious of joy springing in her heart
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| She is a charming middle-aged lady with a face like a bucket of mud.
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| He loved the afterswim salt-and-sunshine smell of her hair.
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| He went about her room looking at her pictures, her bronzes and clays, asking after their creators.
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| A neon light reads “Welcome to Reno – the biggest little town in the world”.
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| He caught a ride home to the crowded loneliness of the barracks.
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| I am the new year. I am an unspoiled page in your book of time. I am your next chance at the art of living.
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| Her family is one aunt about a thousand years old.
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| A capital fellow, Grimes; a bounder, you know, but a capital fellow. Bounders can be capital fellows; don’t you agree, Colonel Slidebottom.
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Legend: M – metaphor, M/N – metonymy, Ant.- antonomasia, Ep.- epithet, Hyp.- hyperbole,
Ox.- oxymoron, Syn.- synecdoche
Stylistic Device Test 2 II version
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| Stylistic device
| M
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| Irony
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| The man looked a rather old forty-five, for he was already going grey.
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| Bookcases covering one wall boasted a half-shelf of literature.
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| Her painful shoes slipped off.
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| Now let me introduce you – that’s Mr. What’s his name, you remember him, don’t you?
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| The rain had thickened, fish could have swum through the air.
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| He behaved pretty lousily to Jan.
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| …if she has washed her hair since Coolidge’s second term, I’ll eat my spare tire, rim and all.
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| The children were very brown and filthily dirty.
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| He smelled the ever-beautiful smell of coffee imprisoned in the can
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| Last time it was a nice, simple, European-style war.
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| “Thief” Pilon shouted. “Dirty pig of an untrue friend!”
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| We danced on the handkerchief-big space between the speak-easy tables.
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| For there can live no hatred in thine eye.
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| Notre Dame squats in the dusk.
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| I wish you’d stop pulling at my arm, Pennyfeather. Colonel Shybottom and I are having a conversation.
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| He made his way through the perfume and conversation.
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| Sprinting towards the elevator he felt amazed at his own cowardly courage.
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| It was the neighbourhood of the hyena and the tiger…
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| They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling, unable to communicate
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| He did not appear like the same man; then he was all milk and honey – now he was all starch and vinegar.
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| There were some bookcases of superbly unreadable books.
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| Some remarkable pictures in this room, gentlemen. A Holbein, two Van Dycks and … a Velasques.
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| “Don’t ask me”, said Mr.Owl Eyes washing his hands of the whole matter.
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| His shriveled head bobbed like a dried pod on his frail stick of a body.
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| He felt the first watery eggs of sweat moistening the palms of his hands.
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Legend: M – metaphor, M/N – metonymy, Ant.- antonomasia, Ep.- epithet, Hyp.- hyperbole,
Ox.- oxymoron, Syn.- synecdoche
Переглядів: 1963 |