Personification | My gashes cry for help. |
Paradox | Fair is foul, and foul is fair. |
Simile | I’ll drain him dry as hay. |
Personification, Metaphor | The instruments of darkness tell us truths. |
Metaphor | Your face is a book where men may read strange matters. |
Hyperbole, Allusion | Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? |
Allusion | They redoubled strokes upon the foe, unless they meant to memorize another Golgotha. |
Simile | Thy words become thee as wounds. |
Simile | Like a rat without tail, I’ll do. I’ll do. I’ll do. |
Metaphor | If you can look into the seeds of time and see which grain will grow and which will not… |
Simile | The earth has bubbles as the water has. |
Alliteration | This supernatural soliciting cannot be ill. |
Simile, Alliteration | A heavy summons lies like lead upon me. |
Simile | The sleeping dead are but as pictures. |
Onomatopoeia | Knock, knock, knock. Who’s there? |
Personification | The night has been unruly. |
Alliteration, Metaphor | Hands and faces all badged with blood. |
Personification | The heavens are troubled with men’s acts. |
Personification, Metaphor | Darkness does the face of earth entomb, when living light should kiss it? |
Personification | The bell invites me. |
Figurative Language: Macbeth
August 4, 2019