Match each excerpt to the figurative language it uses. Tiles


O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been

Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,

Tasting of Flora and the country green,

Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!


(from “Ode to a Nightingale” by John Keats)


arrowBoth

The western wave was all a-flame

The day was well nigh done!

Almost upon the western wave

Rested the broad bright Sun;

When that strange shape drove suddenly

Betwixt us and the Sun.


(from “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” by Samuel Taylor Coleridge)


arrowBoth

Thank Heaven! the crisis—

The danger is past,

And the lingering illness

Is over at last—

And the fever called "Living"

Is conquered at last.


(from “For Annie” by Edgar Allan Poe)


arrowBoth

Ah, sunflower, weary of time,

Who countest the steps of the sun;

Seeking after that sweet golden clime

Where the traveller’s journey is done;


(from “Ah! Sun-flower” by William Blake)