Figurative Language

He would write, but his hours are as busy as bees in the sun.

• A. Simile

• B. Personification

• C. Metaphor

• D. Metaphor

Tags

CCSS.L.8.5A

CCSS.RI.8.4

CCSS.RL.8.4

My words are little jars for you to take and put upon a shelf.

• A. Simile

• B. Personification

• C. Metaphor

• D. Hyperbole

Tags

CCSS.L.8.5A

CCSS.RL.8.4

All round the house is the jet-black night; It stares through the window-pane;

• A. Simile

• B. Personification

• C. Metaphor

• D. Hyperbole

Tags

CCSS.L.8.5A

CCSS.RL.8.4

Oh, never, if I live to a million, shall I feel such a grievous pain.

• A. Simile

• B. Personification

• C. Metaphor

• D. Hyperbole

Tags

CCSS.L.8.5A

CCSS.RL.8.4

But words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling, like dew, upon a thought produces.

• A. Simile

• B. Personification

• C. Metaphor

• D. Hyperbole

Tags

CCSS.L.8.5A

CCSS.RL.8.4

And then my heart with pleasure fills, and dances with the daffodils.

• A. Simile

• B. Personification

• C. Metaphor

• D. Hyperbole

Tags

CCSS.L.8.5A

CCSS.RL.8.4

Sifted through the grass were daisies, open-mouthed, wondering, they gazed at the sun.

• A. Simile

• B. Personification

• C. Metaphor

• D. Hyperbole

Tags

CCSS.L.8.5A

CCSS.RL.8.4

With processions long and winding with the countless torches lit

• A. Simile

• B. Personification

• C. Metaphor

• D. Hyperbole

My brain is fire--my heart is lead! Her soul is flint, and what am I?

• A. Simile

• B. Personification

• C. Metaphor

• D. Hyperbole

Tags

CCSS.L.8.5A

CCSS.RL.8.4

Carven cathedrals, on a sky of faintest colour, where the gothic spires fly and sway like masts, against a shifting breeze.

• A. Simile

• B. Personification

• C. Metaphor

• D. Hyperbole

Tags

CCSS.L.8.5A

CCSS.RL.8.4