To Kill A Mockingbird ALL literary elements Flashcard Example #48603

flashback
When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow p. 3
flashback
When enough years had gone by to enable us to look back on them, we sometimes discussed the events leading to his accident p. 3
allusion
Battle of Hastings p. 4
allusion
disturbance between the North and the South p. 4
personification
Macomb was an old town, but if was a tired old town p. 6
personification
the courthouse sagged in the square p. 6
simile
and by nightfall were like soft teacakes p. 6
allusion
Macomb County had recently been told that it had nothing to fear but fear itself p. 6
simile
Her hand was as wide as a bed slat and twice as hard. p. 6-7
hyperbole
Jim scowled. “I’m big enough to fit mine,” he said. “Your name’s longer’n you are. Bet it’s a foot longer.” p. 8
allusion
Dracula p. 9
allusion
Tarzan p. 9
allusion
The Rover Boys p. 9
allusion
Tom Swift p. 10
simile
it drew him as the moon draws water
personification
The misery of that house began many years before Jem and I were born. p. 11
allusion
The Gray Ghost p. 16 & 18
personification
The old house was the same, droopy and sick p. 19
dialect
“There’s some folks who done eat like us, but you ain’t called on to contradict ’em at the table when they don’t. That boy’s yo’ company and if he wants to eat up the table cloth you let him, you hear?” p. 32
hyperbole
Indeed, they were an endless Project that slowly evolved into a Unit, in which miles of construction paper and wax crayon were p. 43
metaphor
I inched sluggishly along the treadmill of the Maycomb County school system p. 43-44
personification
some tinfoil was sticking in a knot-hole just above my eye level, winking at me in the afternoon sun. p. 44
metaphor
it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; bus most of all, summer was Dill p. 45
motif
Hot Steams p. 48
foreshadowing
There was more to it than he knew, but I decided not to tell him. p. 50
simile
the shadow crisp as toast p. 71
personification
the chinaberry trees were malignant, hovering, alive. p. 74
simile
Jim’s white shirt-tail dipped and bobbed like a small ghost dancing away p. 76
simile
it looks like a pumpkin p. 93
simile
like fog off a riverbank p. 93
metaphor
summer was Dill by the fishpool smoking string p. 154
personification
Dill’s eyes alive p. 154
metaphor
summer was the swiftness with which Dill would reach up and kiss me when Jem was not looking
metaphor
to scrape a few barnacles off the ship
allusion
there were sit-down strikes in Birmingham p. 154-155
allusion
bread lines in the cities grew longer p. 155
symbol/ theme
“That’s a compliment,” explained Jem. “He spends his time doin’ things that wouldn’t get done is nobody did’ em.” p. 155
metaphor
She was bullet-headed with strange almond- shaped eyes p. 158
hyperbole
She seemed seven feet high p. 158
simile
Zeebo cleared his throat and read in a voice like the rumble of distant artillery: p. 161
symbol/ theme
Calpurnia picked up Aunty’s heavy suitcase and opened the door. “I’ll take it,” said Jem, and took it. p. 169
situational irony
Aunt Alexandra was of the opinion, obliquely expressed, that the longer a family had been squatting on one patch of land the finer it was. “That makes the Ewells fine folds, then,” said Jem. p. 173
metaphor
As a result the town remained the same size for a hundred years, an island in a patchwork sea of cottonfields and timberland. p. 174
allusion
Although Macomb was ignored during the War Between the States p. 174
simile
Aunt Alexandra fitted into the world of Macomb like a hand into a glove, but never into the world of Jem and me. p. 175
simile
Aunt Alexandra was standing stiff as a stork. p. 177
metaphor
Through my tears I saw Jem standing in a similar pool of Isolation, his head cocked to one side. p. 178
flashback
I know now what he was trying to do, but Atticus was only a man. It takes a woman to do that kind of work. p. 179
hyperbole
he was now positively allergic to my presence when in public p. 180
metaphor
I felt the starched walls of a oink cotton penitentiary closing in on me p. 182
onomatopoeia
punk, punk, punk … punk-punk-punk p. 183
symbol/ theme
“Naw, it’s– he’s got a lot on his mind now, with our us worrying him.” p. 183
symbol/ theme
“Now I mean it, Scout, you antagonize Aunty and I’ll–I’ll spank you.” p. 184
metaphor
Suddenly a filthy brown package shot from under the bed. p. 186
simile
He shivered like a rabbit. p. 189
hyperbole
He could add and subtract faster then lightning, p. 192
simile
but he preferred his own twilight world, a world where babies slept, waiting to be gathered like morning lilies. p. 192
personification
the quietness of his foggy island there rose the faded imagoes a gray house with sad brown doors. p. 192
mood/ foreshadowing
A nightmare was upon us p. 193
simile
he’f follow it, like an ant. p. 193
mood/ foreshadowing
In Macomb, grown men stood outside in the front yard for only two reasons: death and politics. p. 193
onomatopoeia
Bam, bam, bam p. 195
simile
its detractors said it looked like a Victorian privy p. 201
personification
Doors slammed, engines coughed, and they were gone. p. 206
symbol/ theme
Jem was awfully nice about it: for once he didn’t remind me that people nearly nine years old didn’t do things like that. p. 208
hyperbole
“all about how we held off a hundred folks with our bare hands…” p. 211
personification
her glasses winking in the sunlight p. 212
simile
“Look at all those folks, it’s like a Roman carnival.” p. 213
mood
it was a gala occasion p. 214
allusion
Old Testament p. 216
simile
like a sleepy old shark p. 220
foreshadowing
Atticus said, “I just wanted to make sure, Judge,” and the judge smiled. p. 224
foreshadowing
Mr. Tate blinked again, as if something had suddenly been made plain to him. Then he turned his head and looked around at Tom Robinson. As if by instinct, Tom Robinson raised his head. p. 225
hyperbole
With his infinite capacity for calming turbulent seas, p. 226
simile
he could make a rape case as dry as a sermon. p. 226
metaphor
a little bantam cock of a man rose and strutted to the stand. p. 227
metaphor
“-so help me God,” he crowed. p. 227
simile
crisp as the twilight air. p. 229
simile
“I heard Mayella screamin’ like a stuck hog inside the house–” p. 230
onomatopoeia
pink-pink-pink p. 232
metaphor
once more he was a red little rooster. p. 236
idiom
The whispers and chuckles below us probably had to do with what a card he was p. 236
idiom
I thought Jem was counting his chickens. p. 238
symbol
Mayella good as if she tried to keep clean, and I was reminded of the row of red geraniums in the Ewell yard. p. 239
simile
something stealthy about hers, like a steady-eyed cat with a twitchy tail. p. 242
idiom
“Fought him tooth and nail?” p. 242
simile
Mayella sounded like a Mr. Jingle in a book I had been reading. p. 244
idiom/ simile
She was as good as her word. p. 251
metaphor
soaking up testimony with his sponge of a brain, p. 252
idiom
that was the proof of the pudding p. 253
onomatopoeia
“Fhluck!” p. 253
simile
rubber-like left hand p. 254
metaphor
white people wouldn’t have anything to do with her because he lived among pigs; p. 256
tone
“Had your eye on her a long time, hadn’t you, boy?” p. 263
tone
“weren’t you, boy?” p. 263
tone
“With Mr. Ewell and seven children on the place, boy?” p. 263
tone
“You felt sorry for her, you felt sorry for her?” p. 264
tone
“Then you say she’s lying, boy?” p. 264
tone
“Didn’t Mr. Ewell run you off the place, boy” p. 264
foreshadowing
Why, when-well, today Mr. Gilmer seemed to me like he wasn’t half trying. p. 266
idiom
pa’s not a fun-of-the-mill man p. 269
metaphor
Between two fires, p. 269
personification
I saw his gold collar button and the tips of his pen and pencil winking in the light. p. 271
tone
His voice had lost its aridity, its detachment, and her was talking to the jury as if they were folds on the post office corner. p. 271
simile
this case is as simple as black and white. p. 271
simile
“Which, gentlemen, we know is in itself a lie as black as Tom Robinson’s skin,” p. 273
allusion
Thomas Jefferson p. 273
idiom
“– skin every one of you alive,” p. 277
idiom
Calpurnia giving her precious Jem down the country– p. 278
personification
suffered its preliminary strain and struck the hour, eight deafening bongs that shook our bones. p. 280
simile
moving like underwater swimmers p. 282
mood
it was like watching Atticus walk into the street, raise a rifle to his shoulder and pull the trigger, but watching all the time knowing that the gun was empty. p. 282
symbol
raise a rifle to his shoulder and pull the trigger, but watching all the time knowing that the gun was empty. p. 282
foreshadowing
A jury never looks at a defendant it has convicted, and when this jury came in, not one of them looked at Tom Robinson. p. 282
climax
“Guilty…guilty…guilty…guilty…” p. 282

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