The road was a gipsy's ribbon, Metaphor, There was death at every window, Metaphor, Personification, With the barrel beneath her breast, Alliteration, The hours crawled by like years, Personification, Tlot-tlot in the frosty silence, Onomatopoeia, Her face was like a light, Simile, He spurred like a madman, Simile, Down like a dog on the highway, Simile.

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