Author : Elizabeth Barrett Browning 

Year : 1845
Text :

How do I love thee?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. 

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. 
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; 
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. 

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose, 
I shall but love thee better after death.

Personification :-

Overstatement :-

Simile :1. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right

2. I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. 

3. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

Author : F. Scott Fitzgerald
Year : 1896
Text :

RAIN BEFORE DAWN

The dull, faint patter in the drooping hours 

Drifts in upon my sleep and fills my hair 
With damp; the burden of the heavy air 
Is strewn upon me where my tired soul cowers, 
Shrinking like some lone queen in empty towers 
Dying. Blind with unrest I grow aware: 
The pounding of broad wings drifts down the stair 
And sates me like the heavy scent of flowers. 

I lie upon my heart. My eyes like hands 

Grip at the soggy pillow. Now the dawn 
Tears from her wetted breast the splattered blouse 
Of night; lead-eyed and moist she straggles o'er the lawn, 
Between the curtains brooding stares and stands 
Like some drenched swimmer -- Death's within the house!

Personification : The pounding of broad wings drifts down the stair 

Overstatement : Now the dawn tears from her wetted breast the splattered blouse 

Simile : 1. And sates me like the heavy scent of flowers

2. I lie upon my heart. My eyes like hands 

3. Shrinking like some lone queen in empty towers