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Three Literary Techniques: a) Metaphor- A [|figure of speech] in which a word or phrase literally denoting one kind of object or idea is used in place of another to suggest a likeness or [|analogy] between them. b) Personification- A divinity or imaginary being representing a thing or abstraction. c) __Repetition-__ Repeating a word or phrase to emphasize a point or idea.

1. Fate That you are fair or wise is vain, Or strong, or rich, or generous; You must have also the untaught strain That sheds beauty on the rose. There is a melody born of melody, Which melts the world into a sea. Toil could never compass it, Art its height could never hit, It came never out of wit, But a music music-born Well may Jove and Juno scorn. Thy beauty, if it lack the fire Which drives me mad with sweet desire, What boots it? what the soldier's mail, Unless he conquer and prevail? What all the goods thy pride which lift, If thou pine for another's gift? Alas! that one is born in blight, Victim of perpetual slight;— When thou lookest in his face, Thy heart saith, Brother! go thy ways! None shall ask thee what thou doest, __Or__ care a rush for what thou knowest, __Or__ listen when thou repliest, __Or__ remember where thou liest, __Or__ how thy supper is sodden,— And another is born To make the sun forgotten. Surely he carries a talisman Under his tongue; Broad are his shoulders, and strong, And his eye is scornful, Threatening, and young. I hold it of little matter, Whether your jewel be of pure water, A rose diamond or a white,— But whether it dazzle me with light. I care not how you are drest, In the coarsest, or in the best, __Nor__ whether your name is base or brave, __Nor__ tor the fashion of your behavior,— But whether you charm me, Bid my bread feed, and my fire warm me, And dress up nature in your favor. One thing is forever good, That one thing is success,— Dear to the Eumenides, And to all the heavenly brood. Who bides at home, nor looks abroad, Carries the eagles, and masters the sword.

Song: Stay by Rihanna ft. Mikky Ekko

 All along it was a fever A cold sweat hot-headed believer I threw my hands in the air, said, "Show me something," He said, "If you dare come a little closer."

__Round and around and around and around__ we go Oh now tell me now tell me now tell me now you know

Not really sure how to feel about it. Something in the way you move Makes me feel like I can't live without you. It takes me all the way. I want you to stay

It's not much of a life you're living It's not just something you take – it's given

__Round and around and around and around__ we go Oh now tell me now tell me now tell me now you know

Not really sure how to feel about it. Something in the way you move Makes me feel like I can't live without you. It takes me all the way. I want you to stay.

Ooh the reason I hold on Ooh cause I need this hole gone Funny you're the broken one but I'm the only one who needed saving Cause when you never see the light it's hard to know which one of us is caving

Not really sure how to feel about it. Something in the way you move Makes me feel like I can't live without you. It takes me all the way. I want you to stay, stay. I want you to stay, oh.

Three Literary Techniques: a) Repetition- Repeating a word or phrase to emphasize a point or idea.

b) Oxymoron- A figure of speech in which apparently contradictory terms appear in conjunction

c) __Personification-__ A  divinity or imaginary being representing a thing or abstraction.

2. Ode to Beauty Who gave thee, O Beauty! The keys of this breast, Too credulous lover Of blest and unblest? Say when in lapsed ages Thee knew I of old; Or what was the service For which I was sold? When first my eyes saw thee, I found me thy thrall, By magical drawings, Sweet tyrant of all! I drank at thy fountain False waters of thirst; Thou intimate stranger, Thou latest and first! Thy dangerous glances Make women of men; __New-born we are melting__ __Into nature again.__ Lavish, lavish promiser, Nigh persuading gods to err, Guest of million painted forms Which in turn thy glory warms, The frailest leaf, the mossy bark, The acorn's cup, the raindrop's arc, The swinging spider's silver line, The ruby of the drop of wine, The shining pebble of the pond, Thou inscribest with a bond In thy momentary play Would bankrupt Nature to repay.

Ah! what avails it To hide or to shun Whom the Infinite One Hath granted his throne? The heaven high over Is the deep's lover, The sun and sea Informed by thee, Before me run, And draw me on, Yet fly me still, As Fate refuses To me the heart Fate for me chooses, Is it that my opulent soul Was mingled from the generous whole, Sea valleys and the deep of skies Furnished several supplies, And the sands whereof I'm made Draw me to them self-betrayed? I turn the proud portfolios Which hold the grand designs Of Salvator, of Guercino, And Piranesi's lines. I hear the lofty Pæans Of the masters of the shell, Who heard the starry music, And recount the numbers well: Olympian bards who sung Divine Ideas below, Which always find us young, And always keep us so. Oft in streets or humblest places I detect far wandered graces, Which from Eden wide astray In lowly homes have lost their way.

Thee gliding through the sea of form, Like the lightning through the storm, Somewhat not to be possessed, Somewhat not to be caressed, No feet so fleet could ever find, No perfect form could ever bind. Thou eternal fugitive Hovering over all that live, Quick and skilful to inspire Sweet extravagant desire, Starry space and lily bell Filling with thy roseate smell, Wilt not give the lips to taste Of the nectar which thou hast.

All that's good and great with thee Stands in deep conspiracy. Thou hast bribed the dark and lonely To report thy features only, And the cold and purple morning Itself with thoughts of thee adorning, The leafy dell, the city mart, Equal trophies of thine art, E'en the flowing azure air Thou hast touched for my despair, And if I languish into dreams, Again I meet the ardent beams. Queen of things! I dare not die In Being's deeps past ear and eye, Lest there I find the same deceiver, And be the sport of Fate forever. Dread power, but dear! if God thou be, Unmake me quite, or give thyself to me.

Song: Pretty/Unpretty by Glee I wish I could tie you up in my shoes Make you feel unpretty too I was told I was beautiful But what does that mean to you Look into the mirror who's inside there The one with the long hair Same old me again today

My outsides look cool __My insides are blue__ Everytime I think I'm through It's because of you I've tried different ways But it's all the same At the end of the day I have myself to blame I'm just trippin'

You can buy your hair if it won't grow You can fix your nose if he says so You can buy all the make up That M.A.C. can make But if you can't look inside you Find out who am I too Be in the position to make me feel so Damn unpretty

I feel pretty Oh so pretty I feel pretty and witty and bright And I pity any girl who isn't me tonight Never insecure until I met you Now I'm bein' stupid I used to be so cute to me Just a little bit skinny

Why do I look to all these things To keep you happy Maybe get rid of you And then I'll get back to me Hey! My outsides look cool My insides are blue Everytime I think I'm through It's because of you I've tried different ways But it's all the same At the end of the day I have myself to blame Keep on trippin'

You can buy your hair if it won't grow You can fix your nose if he says so You can buy all the make up That M.A.C. can make But if you can't look inside you Find out who am I too Be in the position to make me feel so Damn unpretty

I feel pretty Oh so pretty I feel pretty and witty and bright And I pity Any girl who isn't me tonight

(Ohohoho) Tonight (Ohohoh) Oooahha (Ohohoh) Tonight (Ohohoh) Tonight (Ohohoh)

I feel pretty

You can buy your hair if it won't grow

Oh, so pretty

You can fix your nose if he says so

I feel pretty and witty and bright

You can buy all the make up That M.A.C. can make But if you can't look inside you Find out who am I too Be in the position to make me feel so Damn unpretty

I feel pretty

But unpretty

Three Literary Techniques: a) Repetition- Repeating a word or phrase to emphasize a point or idea. b) Simile- comparing two concepts using like or as c) __Rhyming-__in this case, the words at the ends of the lines rhyme with the word at the end of the next line

3.Good-by:

Good-by, proud world, I'm going home, Thou'rt not my friend, and I'm not thine; Long through thy weary crowds I roam; A river-ark on the ocean brine, Long I've been tossed like the driven foam , But now, proud world, I'm going home

Good-by to Flattery's fawning face, To Grandeur, with his wise grimace, To upstart Wealth's averted eye, To supple Office low and high, To crowded halls, to court, and street, To frozen hearts, and hasting feet, To those who go, and those who come, Good-by, proud world, I'm going home.

I'm going to my own hearth-__stone__ Bosomed in yon green hills, __alone,__ A secret nook in a pleasant __land__, Whose groves the frolic fairies __planned__; Where arches green the livelong __day__ Echo the blackbird's __roundelay__, And vulgar feet have never __trod__ A spot that is sacred to thought and __God.__

Oh, when I am safe in my sylvan home, I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome; And when I am stretched beneath the pines Where the evening star so holy shines, I laugh at the lore and the pride of man, At the sophist schools, and the learned clan; For what are they all in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet.

Song: Firework by Katy Perry

 Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again? Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?

Do you ever feel already buried deep six feet under? Scream but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you 'Cause there's a spark in you?

You just gotta __ignite__ the __light__ and let it __shine__ Just own the night like the 4th of July

'Cause, baby, you're a firework Come on, show 'em what you're worth Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh" As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby, you're a firework Come on, let your colours burst Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh" You're gonna leave 'em all in awe, awe, awe

You don't have to feel like a wasted space You're original, cannot be replaced If you only knew what the future holds After a hurricane comes a rainbow

Maybe you reason why all the doors are closed So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road Like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow And when it's time you'll know

You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine Just own the night like the 4th of July

'Cause, baby, you're a firework Come on, show 'em what you're worth Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh" As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby, you're a firework Come on, let your colours burst Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh" You're gonna leave 'em all in awe, awe, awe

Boom, boom, boom Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon It's always been inside of you, you, you And now it's time to let it through-ough-ough

'Cause, baby, you're a firework Come on, show 'em what you're worth Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh" As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby, you're a firework Come on, let your colours burst Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh" You're gonna leave 'em all in awe, awe, awe

Boom, boom, boom Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon Boom, boom, boom Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon

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