Identifying Sound Devices in Poetry

I’m growing fonder of my staff; / I’m growing dimmer in the eyes;
I’m growing fainter in my laugh; / I’m growing deeper in my sighs;

Confound the cats! All cats–away– / Cats of all colors, black, white, gray;
By night a nuisance and by day– / Confound the cats! All cats, always.

Across the moorlands of the Not / We chase the gruesome When;
And hunt the Itness of the What / Through forests of the Then.

Big Balloons Bounce into the Big Blue Sky
Up, up, and away
There they go

BANG!!! There goes another building.
BOOM!!! And there goes 2 more, Said the man in the seat of a military tank.
BAM!!! There goes another. Life is hard when you don’t have a father to guide you.
BOOM!!! You could end up in jail,
BANG!!! You could end up crazy.

Buzz, goes the blue fly, / Hum, goes the bee,
Buzz and hum they cry, / And so do we:

Her finger hungered for a ring.

The satin mittens were ancient.
You could paddle through the spittle in the bottle.

Tiger, Tiger burning bright, /
in the forests of the night,

This falling spray of snow-flakes is a handful of dead Februaries

My sisters tears that sing upon my head

As the bird chirps the frog croaks

For if dreams die /
Life is a broken-winged bird /
That cannot fly.