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Stylistic Device Test 2 II version

Stylistic Device Test 2 I version

Stylistic device M M/N Ant Irony Ep. Hyp. Ox. Syn.
His voice was a dagger of corroded brass.                
Apart from splits based on politics, racial, religious and ethnic backgrounds and specific personality differences, were just one cohesive team.                
Ten-thirty is a dark hour in a town where respectable doors are locked at nine.                
His mind was alert and people asked him to dinner not for old times sake, but because he was worth his salt.                
You cheat, you tricked our son. Took our son with a scheming trick, Miss Tomboy, Miss Sarcastic, Miss Sneerface.                
Her mother is perfectly unbearable. Never met such a Gorgon.                
We talked and talked and talked, easily, sympathetically, wedding her experience with my articulation                
She was a faded white rabbit of a woman.                
The car which picked me up on that particular guilty evening was a Cadillac limousine about seventy-three blocks long.                
Huck Finn and Holden Caulfield are Good Bad Boys of American literature.                
The delicatessen owner was a spry and jolly fifty.                
It was easier to assume a character without having to tell so many lies and you brought a fresh eye to the job.                
The lift held two people and rose slowly, groaning with diffidence.                
He acknowledged the early-afternoon customer with a be-with-you-in-a-minute nod.                
She wore a pink hat, the size of a button.                
Since I left you mine eye is in my mind.                
She was conscious of joy springing in her heart                
She is a charming middle-aged lady with a face like a bucket of mud.                
He loved the afterswim salt-and-sunshine smell of her hair.                
He went about her room looking at her pictures, her bronzes and clays, asking after their creators.                
A neon light reads Welcome to Reno the biggest little town in the world.                
He caught a ride home to the crowded loneliness of the barracks.                
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.                
Her family is one aunt about a thousand years old.                
A capital fellow, Grimes; a bounder, you know, but a capital fellow. Bounders can be capital fellows; dont you agree, Colonel Slidebottom.                

 

Legend: M metaphor, M/N metonymy, Ant.- antonomasia, Ep.- epithet, Hyp.- hyperbole,

Ox.- oxymoron, Syn.- synecdoche

Stylistic Device Test 2 II version

 

Stylistic device M M/N Ant. Irony Ep. Hyp. Ox. Syn.
The man looked a rather old forty-five, for he was already going grey.                
Bookcases covering one wall boasted a half-shelf of literature.                
Her painful shoes slipped off.                
Now let me introduce you thats Mr. Whats his name, you remember him, dont you?                
The rain had thickened, fish could have swum through the air.                
He behaved pretty lousily to Jan.                
if she has washed her hair since Coolidges second term, Ill eat my spare tire, rim and all.                
The children were very brown and filthily dirty.                
He smelled the ever-beautiful smell of coffee imprisoned in the can                
Last time it was a nice, simple, European-style war.                
Thief Pilon shouted. Dirty pig of an untrue friend!                
We danced on the handkerchief-big space between the speak-easy tables.                
For there can live no hatred in thine eye.                
Notre Dame squats in the dusk.                
I wish youd stop pulling at my arm, Pennyfeather. Colonel Shybottom and I are having a conversation.                
He made his way through the perfume and conversation.                
Sprinting towards the elevator he felt amazed at his own cowardly courage.                
It was the neighbourhood of the hyena and the tiger                
They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling, unable to communicate                
He did not appear like the same man; then he was all milk and honey now he was all starch and vinegar.                
There were some bookcases of superbly unreadable books.                
Some remarkable pictures in this room, gentlemen. A Holbein, two Van Dycks and a Velasques.                
Dont ask me, said Mr.Owl Eyes washing his hands of the whole matter.                
His shriveled head bobbed like a dried pod on his frail stick of a body.                
He felt the first watery eggs of sweat moistening the palms of his hands.                

 

Legend: M metaphor, M/N metonymy, Ant.- antonomasia, Ep.- epithet, Hyp.- hyperbole,

Ox.- oxymoron, Syn.- synecdoche




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