Sweet bitterness, burning chill, rational histeria
Oxymoron
Art is a form of lying in order to tell the truth.
Paradox
Not all the water in the rude rough sea
Can wash the balm off from an anointed King.
Hyperbole
Did I fight for these few acres of unworthy land?
Meiosis
Heat waves are not rare in the summer.
Litotes
Clear as mud.
Irony
Was there a lack of graves in Egypt, that you took us away to die in the wilderness?
Sarcasm
I am going to powder my nose, he passed away.
Euphemism
i will always love the two parents who raised me.
Periphrasis
Plan ahead: It wasn’t raining when Noah built the arc.
Allusion
The stars sounded like piles of diamonds.
Synesthesia