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care of me and the work they did to raise me.

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 Poetic Terms

1.c Alliteration- A repetition of an initial of a consonant

sound

Ex. She sells seashells down by the seashore.

2.c Assonance- Vowels in a sequence of words

Ex. Moses supposes his toes are roses.

3.c Allusion- a reference to literary of history

Ex. Romeo and Juliet

4.c Ballad- a narrative poem in which a storyteller or

speaker that repeats a tale.

Ex. Highway Man by Arnold Noyes

5.c Couplet- In a poem a pair of lines that are the same

length and usually rhyme and gives a complete
thought

Ex. I cannot go to school said little Peggy Ann Mccay

'.c Elegy- a poem that lament the death of a person ,or
one that is sad

Ex. Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

7.c Haiku- A Japanese poem which has 3 un-rhymed lines

and has 5,7,5 syllables, and often is reflected on
nature

Ex. Old thoughts were shaken

As new thoughts we awakened
We learn as we grow

8.c Hyperbole- A figure of speech in which has a

deliberate exaggeration for emphasizing

Ex. I waited for a century for you!

9.c Metaphor- implied comparison between two different

things

Ex. We would have had more pizza to eat if Tammy

hadn·t been such a hog.

10.c Onomatopoeia- The use of words to imitate the

sounds of anything
 Ex. Tlot- Tlot

11.c Personification- a figure of speech that gives

animals , objects, etc. human traits

Ex. The star were dancing in the night

12.c Simile- A figure of speech that compares two un-

like objects that have something in common with
words of like and as

Ex. He ate like a hog

13.cCinquian- Simple 5 line poem that follows a pattern

Ex.tree
white, tall
reaching, bending, fluttering
leaves and twigs in the wind
aspen

14.c Limerick- A 5 line poem with a rhyme scheme ²

Limericks are meant to be fun

Ex.
There once was a young girl named Jill.
 Who was scared by the sight of a drill.
She brushed every day
So her dentist would say,
´Your teeth are so perfect; no bill.µ

15.c Lyric Poem- A form of poetry without a rhyme

scheme that expresses personal feelings.
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Trevor

Fun, caring, loud

Sibling of Tyler Yeh who annoys me but loves me.

Child of Hieu Ngo the best mom in the world.
Son of Tommy Yeh the funniest dad ever.

Lover of swimming because I feel free in the water.

Lover of badminton when I score.
Lover of running because it is a challenge.

Who feels studying is important.

Who feels everyone should be nice.
Who feels everyone should eat healthy.

Who needs family.

Who needs food.
Who needs somebody to love.

Who gives hugs to friends.

Who gives misery to annoying people.
Who gives love to the family.

Who fears heights.

Who fears big snakes.
Who fears of losing someone.

Who would like to see China.

Who would like to see the first women president.
Who would like to see the Olympics live.

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A stream of water

As calm as a winter night

Moves through the forest


Beautiful roses

They bloom in the sunny spring

Wilting in the fall



Candy is very sweet

Can be very addictive

Giving cavities
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Sweet, sour

Makes you hyperactive

Tasty, sticky, bubbly, cringey

Sweets

School

Fun, scary

Makes me bored

Boring, exciting, torturous, jail

Madhouse

Dog

Cuddly, warm

Makes me happy

Funny, exciting, active, annoying

Canine
T- Totally crazy with friends

R- Rocks out life

E- Eats a lot

V- Very nice to people

O- Outside is my environment

R- Rice is my life

Y- Yells at school

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N- Not a bad animal

A-cA Gigantic animal

R- Rocks the Animal Kingdom

W- Wipes up scraps

H- Heads toward glaciers

A-cAttacks if threatened

L- Lovely unicorns of the sea

S- Swims in the ocean

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N- Never not fun

E- Experience of fireworks

W- Will not be disappointing

Y- Yelling alcoholics

E- Evil thing happening

A-cAunts coming over

R- Rocking the night out

S- SUPER FUN!

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The man bought a car

It didn·t take him very far

It stopped in a tunnel

And flew over a funnel

His car started and drove into tar!

Pigs!

There was a group of flying pigs

They ate old rotten figs

They fell down the sky groaning

Not waking to till the morning

Now knowing they are as thin as twigs

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I was pushed into the pool

I did not know how to swim

They were panicking

Scared I might die

Trying m best to get air

But just made me tierd

Hoping I get up

I tried to tread water

But it was no use

Then I just stopped trying

Then I floated up

But not fast enough

Fainting in the water

I swallowed too much water

Seeing a light

With my grandma holding out her hand

Someone came diving in!

Bringing me to safety

He had got the water out of my lungs

That·s why I·m alive today (:

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The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,

The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,

The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor,

And the highwayman came riding--

Riding--riding--

The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door.

He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, and a bunch of lace

at his chin;

He'd a coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of fine doe-

skin.

They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to his

thigh!

And he rode with a jeweled twinkle--

His rapier hilt a-twinkle--

His pistol butts a-twinkle, under the jeweled sky.

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-
yard,

He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked
and barred,

He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting

there

But the landlord's black-eyed daughter--

Bess, the landlord's daughter--

Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

Dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked

Where Tim, the ostler listened--his face was white and

peaked--

His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,

But he loved the landlord's daughter--

The landlord's black-eyed daughter;

Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say:

"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I'm after a prize tonight,

But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning
light.

Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,

Then look for me by moonlight,

Watch for me by moonlight,

I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the

way."

He stood upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her

hand,

But she loosened her hair in the casement! His face burnt like
a brand

As the sweet black waves of perfume came tumbling o'er his

breast,

Then he kissed its waves in the moonlight

(O sweet black waves in the moonlight!),

And he tugged at his reins in the moonlight, and galloped away

to the west.

He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon.

And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon,

When the road was a gypsy's ribbon over the purple moor,

The redcoat troops came marching--

Marching--marching--

King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.

They said no word to the landlord; they drank his ale instead,

But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of
her narrow bed.

Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets by their

side;

There was Death at every window,

And Hell at one dark window,

For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he
would ride.

They had bound her up at attention, with many a sniggering

jest!
They had tied a rifle beside her, with the barrel beneath her
breast!

"Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the
dead man say,

"Look for me by moonlight,

Watch for me by moonlight,

I'll come to thee by moonlight, though Hell should bar the

way."

She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good!

She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or
blood!

They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours

crawled by like years,

Till, on the stroke of midnight,

Cold on the stroke of midnight,

The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was
hers!
The tip of one finger touched it, she strove no more for the
rest;

Up, she stood up at attention, with the barrel beneath her

breast.

She would not risk their hearing, she would not strive again,

For the road lay bare in the moonlight,

Blank and bare in the moonlight,

And the blood in her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her

love's refrain.

Tlottlot, tlottlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hooves,

ringing clear;

Tlottlot, tlottlot, in the distance! Were they deaf that they

did not hear?

Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,

The highwayman came riding--

Riding--riding--

The redcoats looked to their priming! She stood up straight

and still.
Tlottlot, in the frosty silence! Tlottlot, in the echoing night!

Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!

Her eyes grew wide for a moment, she drew one last deep
breath,

Then her finger moved in the moonlight--

Her musket shattered the moonlight--

Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him--with

her death.

He turned, he spurred to the West; he did not know who

stood

Bowed, with her head o'er the casement, drenched in her own
red blood!

Not till the dawn did he hear it, and his face grew grey to
hear

How Bess, the landlord's daughter,

The landlord's black-eyed daughter,

Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the
darkness there.
Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,

With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier
brandished high!

Blood-red were his spurs in the golden noon, wine-red was his
velvet coat

When they shot him down in the highway,

Down like a dog in the highway,

And he lay in his blood in the highway, with the bunch of lace
at his throat.

And still on a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the
trees,

When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,

When the road is a gypsy's ribbon looping the purple moor,

The highwayman comes riding--

Riding--riding--

The highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,

He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and
barred,

He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting

there

But the landlord's black-eyed daughter--

Bess, the landlord's daughter--

Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

 USUMMMARYU
The poem is mainly about him being in love.
There are many conflicts in this poem. The poem
has many sad events. The poem is very dramatic.
I enjoyed it.

At the beginning the highwayman came up to

the old inn. He came to see his love, Bess. Their
love was secret. No one knew at first. But then
Tom the Ostler overheard their conversation. He
heard that the highway man was in love with Bess.

Tim also loved Bess. Then one day the

redcoats came to the old inn.Holding Bess as a
hostage. That night was when the highway man
was coming back. But Bess risked her lfe to save
her love. But the next morning the highway man
heard what happened. He charged towards the inn
but he was shot down.