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What is ten examples of onomatopoie?
Onomatopoia is easy. It's basically just sounds, I'll give you examples to get started. Pow! Bang! Smash! Wham! Bam! Zip! Zap! Boom! Zoom! and Whap! are all good examples.
Is evil an onomatopoia?
No it isn't. It is an abstract noun and an adjective.
The example of onomatopoia?
In the link, work your way down to Part 2, verse 6 for a unique and aurally interesting use of onomatopoeia by Noyes. Before you get to that verse, you will see that Noyes uses repeating words in a way that makes them onomatopoeic in effect, even if they are not technically so.
What is suicide in the trenches about?
A GOOD EFFORT BUT THIS NEEDS SOME SERIOUS EDITING. M WROESuicide in the trenches is an intriging poem about the horrific and crucial aspects of war. Siegfield Sasson uses a variety of poetic languiage features to illustrate an important message of the atrocities of war. The poem comprises of three stanzas, in the first stanza sassoon uses First person I this demonstrates that he would have been connected to the character or shared similar experiecnes in relation to war. The use of alliteration Simple soldier boy potrays how naive and ordianry this perosn was who would have possibly beleved there was merit in being a soldier and even lied about his age to get into the army. The methaphor in the next sentence laughed at life in empty joy depicts how this perosn was easily made happy in life and would have not faced hardships in his young life and show how to an extent how immature this person would have been at the time before he left for war. The use of alliteration again by Sasson with Slept Soundly shows how he had nothing to fear and lived life to the full with the hope of awaking tomorrow. The onomatopoia whistled early with the lark potrays how he looked forward to his life and embraced everything that came his way and in the first stanza with his poetic devices he inflicts a sense of sereneity and sets the scene of a happy joyful youngman.SUICIDE IN THE TRENCHESI knew a simple soldier boy,Who Grinned at life in empty joy,Slept Soundly through the lonesome dark,And whistled early with the lark.In winter trenches, crowed and glum,With crumps and lice and lack of rum,He put a bullet through his brain.No-one spoke of him again.You smug faced crowds with kindling eyeWho cheer when soldier lads march by,Sneak home and pray you'll never know,The hell where youth and laughter go.
