Read the Passages Below, Then Copy an Example of Each Type of Imagery. If There Is No

Imagery Review

Read the passages below, then copy an example of each type of imagery. If there is no example of one of the types of imagery, simply write, “no example.”

Passage One:

Blood ran from my nose and I tasted more in my mouth. I encircled my head with my arms. A blow caught me in the ribs. I doubled over, put my book bag to protect my stomach, and the fists pounded my face again. I crouched trying to arouse pity. If not in the children, certainly in some of the grownups looking on. That was a mistake. At my look of utter helplessness the children jeered. “Let’s finish her off,” someone yelled. They moved in around me.

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Passage Two:

The wine sparkled in his eyes and the bells jingled. My own fancy grew warm with the Medoc. We had passed through walls of piled bones, with casks and puncheons intermingling. The wine, which aged for years, piqued Fortunato’s nose with curiosity. I paused again, and this time I made bold to seize Fortunato by an arm above the elbow. “The nitre,” I said, “see, it increases. It hangs like moss upon the vaults. We are below the river’s bed. The drops of moisture trick among the bones. Come, we will go back ere it is too late. Your cough—”

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Tactile Imagery: Tone and Mood Review

Directions: Remember, tone is the writer’s attitude, or feelings, toward his/her subject matter and mood is the emotional quality of a work (how a work makes the reader feel). Below, identify the tone or mood of the passage, then write the words that indicate that tone or mood.

Passage One:

It was the first time he’d seen the world outside the city. The squirrels skittered along the luscious trees. The wispy autumn breeze blew fresh air into his nose. There was an excitable chirping and pecking on the birdfeeder nearby. The crisp reds, yellows, and orange hues painted the landscape, as he stood, transfixed on the scene.

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Passage Two:

It was the first time she’d set foot in a city. As she crossed the street, she was jolted by a sharp horn, blaring at her as a passing car swerved, almost hitting her. As she jumped back to the sidewalk, she was instantly struck by a group of business people, who snidely blurted, “watch it!” To escape the bustling pedestrians, she took the back alley behind the row of crowded restaurants. The smell of dumpsters invaded her momentary peace, and the abrasive hum of air conditioners prevented her from hearing the man approaching her from behind.

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Passage Three:

She buried her feet in the warm sand, took a long, deep breath, and sighed as she looked at the ocean. The waves broke slowly, creating a soft noise in her ears that would lull her to sleep. The sun and breeze coordinated a perfect temperature. One could get used to this, she thought as she faded into the serenity of her slumber.

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Passage Four:

The dust smothered everything. The windows were blanked out with dust. The water coming out of the facet was a hopeless, undrinkable sludge. My blister-lipped family dared not speak, as to avoid any further lung contamination. The beast was blowing through the blinding days, through the endless night, through the tarnished house, through our troubled minds.

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