What is assonance? please give example.
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"Poetry is old, ancient, goes back far. It is among the oldest of living things. So old it is that no man knows how and why the first poems came."
"And stepping softly with her air of blooded ruin about the glade in a frail agony of grace she trailed her rags through dust and ashes, circling the dead fire, the charred billets and chalk bones, the little calcined ribcage."
"Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage, against the dying of the light. . . .Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sightBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
"Hear the mellow wedding bells" by Edgar Allen Poe
"Try to light the fire"
"I lie down by the side fo my bride"/"Fleet feet sweep by sleeping geese"/"Hear the lark and harden to the barking of the dark fox gone to ground" by Pink Floyd
"It's hot and it's monotonous." by Sondheim
"The crumbling thunder of seas" by Robert Louis Stevenson
"If I bleat when I speak it's because I just got . . . fleeced." - "Deadwood" by Al Swearengen
"It beats . . . as it sweeps . . . as it cleans!" - slogan for Hoover vacuum cleaners
"Those images that yet/Fresh images beget,/That dolphin-torn, that gong-tormented sea." - "Byzantium" by W.B. Yeats
"Soft language issued from their spitless lips as they swished in low circles round and round the field, winding hither and thither through the weeds" - "Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man" by James Joyce
"The spider skins lie on their sides, translucent and ragged, their legs drying in knots." - "Holy the Firm" by Annie Dillard
"The setting sun was licking the hard bright machine like some great invisible beast on its knees." - "Death, Sleep, and the Traveler" by John Hawkes
"I must confess that in my quest I felt depressed and restless." - "With Love" by Thin Lizzy
"In the over-mastering loneliness of that moment, his whole life seemed to him nothing but vanity." - "Night Rider" by Robert Penn Warren
"A lanky, six-foot, pale boy with an active Adam's apple, ogling Lo and her orange-brown bare midriff, which I kissed five minutes later, Jack." - "Lotita" by Vladimir Nabokov
"Strips of tinfoil winking like people" - "The Bee Meeting" by Sylvia Plath
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