1. Define the type of graphical & phonetic stylistic devices in the following texts. Indicate the cases in which graphical and phonetic properties of the text influence its semantics:

1. On a December evening just three weeks before Christmas, after an uneasily mild day that had died in a darkening flush of violet twilight, Christie Wilcox came down into Cressley to look for his long-lost friend, Tommy Flynn (St. Barstow).

2. “Yes, indeed, he’s such a good watch dog” (A. Christie).

3. What can any woman mean to a Man in comparison with his Mother? Therefore, it was plain that she was next-of-kin, and that all George possessions, including widow’s pension, should come to her only (R. Aldington).

4. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling, faintly through the universe and faintly falling like the descent of their last end, upon the living and the dead (J.Joyce).

5. I found dimpled spider, fat and white,

On a white heal-all, holding up a moth

Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth –

Assorted characters of death and blight

Mixed ready to begin the morning right,

Like the ingredients of a witches’ broth –

A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,

And dead wings carried like a paper kite.

What had that flower to do with being white,

The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?

What brought the kindred spider to that height,

Thet steered the white moth thither in the night?

What but design of darkness to appal? –

If a design govern in a thing so small. (R. Frost)

6. We’re foot – slog – slog – slogin’ over Africa –

Foot – foot – foot – foot – slogin’ over Africa.

Boots – boots – boots – boots – movin’up and down again (R. Kipling).

7. …white horses and black horses and broun horses and white and black horses and broun and white horses trotted tap-tap-tap tap-tap-tapety-tap over coble stones

8. i’m

asking

you dear to

what else could a

no but it doesn’t

of course but you don’t seem

to realize I can’t make

it clearer war just isn’t what

we imagine but please for god’s O

what the hell yea it’s true that was

but that me isn’t me

can’t you see now no not

anything but you

must understand

why because

i am

dead (A. Cammings)

9. “You promised to tell me your history, you know”, said Alice, “ and why is it you hate………

“Mine is a long and saf tale!” said the mouse, turning to Alice and sighing.

“It’s a long tail certainly”, said Alice looking down with wonder at the mouse’s tail;” but why do you call it sad?” And she kept puzzling about it while the mouse was speaking, so that her idea of the tale was something like this

Fury said to

a mouse, that

he met

in the

house

Let us

both go

to law:

I will

prosecute

you. –

Come, I’ll

take no

denial:

We must

have a trial;

For

really

this

morning

I’ve

nothing

to do.’

Said the

mouse to

the cur,

Such a

trial,

dear sir,

With no

jury or

judge

would be

wasting

our breath.’

I’ll be

judge,

I’ll be

jury.

Said

cunning

old Fury:

I’ll try

the whole

cause,

and

condemn

you

to

death (L. Carrol)