Alliteration, Assonance, and Consonance

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Alliteration, assonance, and consonance

The Raven – Edgar Allen Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
            Only this and nothing more.”

Alliteration is the repetition of an initial letter or sound within a lines of poetry, such as the red highlights above.

Assonance is the repetition of matching vowels or vowel sounds in lines of poetry, as in Blue highlights above.

Consonance is the repetition of matching consonants, as in the orange highlights above,

As a note, I have marked more that some would, as it is often held that these things are to be taken line by line. I myself think this idea is nonsense, because the next line is just as close as the line itself, and to go 4 or 5 lines is entirely reasonable because if rhyme is easy to memorize than surely the brain picks up of these things a few lines away.



  • Bent and Broken
    Neither mother, maiden, nor crowne can morn more the passing of this nation
  • What Talent We Once Had
    Remember Lenon and his words, how he sang so eloquently ‘that your still fucking peasants as far as I can see,’
  • Hero
    He’s nobody’s hero, the man that wakes at dawn, the bagger that packs bags ’till swole with groceries.
  • Lullaby
    We are living in Orwell’s mind, while Huxley sings his lullaby
  • Build Back Better
    Do not believe bankers, princes, or governments; for all their wealth, glittering gold, and grasping at control,
  • Please Don’t Send Flowers
    He passed away today—or was it days ago,I have not the strength to tell.Anymore, the rose’s petal’s saywhat my words could never:don’t send me more flowers—please don’t affix a card to the lilies,because I have relived his deathwith each wilting lilyand cried more often then a rose in molt.

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