To The Be-all And End-all The Bell Invites Me

In this present horror,
Vaulting virtues bear the knife.
The fatal vision: golden opinions
Wash with kind blood.
And hangman’s hands let favour
Be the ingredient of a poison’d chalice.
Am I such an instrument
That false face must hide the daggers of double trust?
Nature seems dead, mine heart is made the fool.
Horrid dreams, wicked in consequence
Plague mine eyes like a ghost.
Fear has let free the door,
To my black and deep desires:
To bear the knife,
To free the murderer in my ribs,
To prick the sides of blessing.
Hide your fires, my seated heart
Let tears in gouts of blood drown.
In this terrible feat, heaven will shut the door,
Trumpet tongued angels will plead,
For mine kinsman summons pity.
A fall of undaunted consequence:
Deep damnation,
Bloody judgement,
Fires of hell.
To the be-all and end-all
The bell invites me.

Words of Meaning

1. Saviour

2. Vagabond

3. Aslan

4. Autumn

5. Silver

6. Turtle

Literary Devices In Three Day Road

Allusion:
1. “Elijah and I see the most amazing thing since our arrival in France. The Virgin Mary, golden and thirty feet tall, rises up from the ruins of a great church” (p 178)

Alliteration:
2. “We slither closer like snakes until we are a stone’s throw away, lie still and listen, watching for a glint of movement” (p 181)

Asyndenton:
3. “The ship does not give to the waves like a canoe but rams them, fights each one, metal groaning”
(p 183)

4. “It covers the wooden walls, the floor , the straw upon the floor” (p 189)

Polysyndenton:
5. “Inside, the air is heavy with the stink of many men squeezed into one place, the smells of vomit and sweat and stale cigarette smoke like a fog so that the air is almost unbreathable” (p 188)

Personification:
6. “A horse lies awkwardly in the little space, neck slit and tongue hanging out as if it is tasting the bloody straw” (p 189)

Onomatopoeia:
7. “The thud and crunch of shells hitting the mud and exploding washes over us” (p 193)

Simile:
8. “Shells filled with poison gas that fall like a plague from heaven” (p 64)

Metaphor:
9. “It threw me into the air so that suddenly I was a bird” (p 10)

Anaphora:
10. “When it feels too long, and maybe it is minutes, maybe it is only seconds, I run toward where I last saw him” (p 148)