Here is a sample selection from Samuel Taylor Coleridge's "Rime of the Ancient Mariner":
`And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he
Was tyrannous and strong :
He struck with his o'ertaking wings,
And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow,
As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe,
And forward bends his head,
The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,
The southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold :
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald. One has to hear the s, sh, f, and z sounds to hear the sounds of the sea. But beyond that, one also has to hear the explosive consonant sounds (b, d, k, p and t) to understand the sense of violence of the storm; waves and surge slapping against the ship. In the context of sound of the words alone, one can imagine being at sea in a storm.
'I' in the poem the brook refers to 'the brook' which is a body of water.
Rhyme scheme is abab, onomatopoeia (I bubble into eddying bays,I babble on the pebbles. Refrain-for men may........... I go on forever.it is a personification.Alliteration is also used. eg-sudden Sally twenty thorpes philip's farm willow weed foamy flake etc.
No, there is no onomatopoeia in this poem.
Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote the poem 'Brook'.
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no the brook has no imagery
pome with sound effects
Onomatopoeia is not a form of poetry, it is a literary device. Onomatopoeia is the name for the use of words to represent specific sounds, such as "Vrroom" for a car revving, or "Bang!" for a gunshot.
no
no, onomatopoeia is words like BOOM, buzz, Bam and etc
the Poem is a narrative description of the brook. It is personified in a breathtaking scramble of words. It gives us a detailed revalation about the Brooks life and journey. It is an autobiography of the brook
Onomatopoeia is a word that sounds like the noise it signifies ie. bang has the the same effect as the sound (loud and harsh).Onomatopoeia can be anywhere in a poem but they are verbs- the sausages sizzledbang went the gun, the mud squelched