Simile- And then I fell suddenly calm, and lay smiling at the glittering death, as a child at some rare bauble.
Simile- And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.
Hyperbole- "The tall candles sank into nothingness: their flames went out utterly; the blackness of darkness supervened; all sensations appeared swallowed up in a mad rushing descent as of the soul into Hades.
Imagery- There was a sharp cry -- and the dagger dropped gleaming upon the sable carpet, upon which most instantly afterward, fell prostrate in death the Prince Prospero.
Imagery – “There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution.