The poem "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night" has a rhyme scheme, which acts reprically between night and day as symbols for live and death. Lyrical advices used are Repetition, Metaphor, Personification, Pun, Exageration, Oxymoron, Simile and Paradox.
Do not go gentle into that good night, pun, metaphor
Old age should burn and rave at close of day; personification, metaphor
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. metaphor
Thoguh wise men at their end know dark is right, metaphor
Because their words had forked no lightning they metaphor
Do not go gentle into that good night. Repetition (also in lines 12,18)
Good men , the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a gree bay, personification, metaphor
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Repetition (also in lines 15, 19)
Wild men who caught and sand the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, metaphor, exageration
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding soght pun, oxymoron
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, simile
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. paradox
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Do not go gentle into that good night, pun, metaphor
Old age should burn and rave at close of day; personification, metaphor
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. metaphor
Thoguh wise men at their end know dark is right, metaphor
Because their words had forked no lightning they metaphor
Do not go gentle into that good night. Repetition (also in lines 12,18)
Good men , the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a gree bay, personification, metaphor
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Repetition (also in lines 15, 19)
Wild men who caught and sand the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, metaphor, exageration
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding soght pun, oxymoron
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, simile
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. paradox
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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