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Excerpted from "hope is the thing with feathers" by emily dickinson [2] and sweetest���in the gale���is heard��� and sore must be the storm��� that could abash the little bird that kept so many warm��� [3] i've heard it in the chillest land��� and on the strangest sea��� yet, never, in extremity, it asked a crumb���of me. in the last stanza, the author writes that the little bird " a crumb of me" what type of figurative language is evident in these lines? a. onomatopoeia b. alliteration c. assonance d. personification

What is the allure of fear? what have you learned from the story about portrayals of fear in literature?

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