My excerpt is from the second chapter of the Aeneid on page 87.
"Now like a wolfpack out for blood on a foggy night,
driven blindly on by relentless , rabid hunger,
leaving cubs behind, waiting, jaws parched-
so through spears, through enemy ranks we plow
to certain death, striking into the city's heart,
the shielding wings of the darkness beating round us."
This is a section from, as I said before, chapter two. This is my favorite chapter of the book so far because
of it's beautiful imagery. This section of the chapter is about the men of Troy's last desperate attempt to escape the destruction of their beloved city. One poetic device used here would be metaphors. There are a lot of them in this story. For example the first line of this excerpt: "Now like a wolfpack....". and all throughout it.
This part is really cool and I like the writing a lot.
"Now like a wolfpack out for blood on a foggy night,
driven blindly on by relentless , rabid hunger,
leaving cubs behind, waiting, jaws parched-
so through spears, through enemy ranks we plow
to certain death, striking into the city's heart,
the shielding wings of the darkness beating round us."
This is a section from, as I said before, chapter two. This is my favorite chapter of the book so far because
of it's beautiful imagery. This section of the chapter is about the men of Troy's last desperate attempt to escape the destruction of their beloved city. One poetic device used here would be metaphors. There are a lot of them in this story. For example the first line of this excerpt: "Now like a wolfpack....". and all throughout it.
This part is really cool and I like the writing a lot.
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