All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances (As You Like It - Shakespeare)
METAPHOR
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered— Till I scarcely more than muttered
PERSONIFICATION
I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you Till China and Africa meet, And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street, I’ll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry (As I Walked Out One Evening W. H. Auden)
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