Figurative Language Quiz 1

The streets were strange and still,
Through the doors of the open churches
The organs were moaning shrill.

Chicago is a city that is fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action.

She soothed her secret sorrow.

Silver bells!... How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle in the icy air of night.

He answered her he knew not what:
Like shaft from bow at random shot,

Chant in a wail
that never halts,
pace a circle and pay tribute
with a song.

Vague pageants woven on a web of dream!
And we, pushing and fighting in the turbid stream
Of modern life

He would contemplate the distance
With a look of pensive meaning,
As of ducks that die in ill tempests.

And I will return, my love,
even if it were a million miles.

The light of the lamps lures the insects.