Alliteration is a stylistic literary device identified by the repeated sound of the first consonant in a series of multiple words, or the repetition of the same sounds of the same kinds of sounds at the beginning of words or in stressed syllables of a phrase. "Alliteration" from the Latin word “litera”, meaning “letters of the alphabet”, and the first known use of the word to refer to a literary device occurred around 1624. Alliteration narrowly refers to the repetition of a consonant in any syllables that, according to the poem's meter, are stressed, as in James Thomson's verse "Come…dragging the lazy languid Line along". Another example is, "Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers".
Consonance (ex: As the wind will bend) is another 'phonetic agreement' akin to alliteration. It refers to the repetition of consonant sounds. Alliteration is a special case of consonance where the repeated consonant sound is at the stressed syllable. Alliteration may also include the use of different consonants with similar properties such as alliterating z with s, as does the author of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, or as Anglo-Saxon (Old English) poets would alliterate hard/fricative g with soft g (the latter exemplified in some courses as the letter yogh - ȝ - pronounced like the y in yarrow or the j in Jotunheim); this is known as license.
You've got this weird feeling of fear
That someone's watching you close
You must demean yourself to calm it
Down with some stuff of sickening chill
But an explicit, deceptive effect
Forces you to take more
It's the fictitious world you're dying in
So death is condign!
[Chorus:]
Please point out the way that's right
Please bring me a nice dream this night
One that can relief my questions
The one of life alterations!
It seems like I am the only one to care
But I'm not the one to blame
Are you just careless concerning your own health?
Or have you just lost your sense?
How can I hide that I'm so tired of
The carefree deaf humanity
When the punishment, decay and disease
Are beyond all your beliefs!
[Chorus]
[Lead: Schultz, Hansen, Schultz, Hansen]
Why do I have so many questions
And not one single answer to them?
I am so helpless alone here
And yet it's crowded up
Nobody to call my inner self
And make me wake up
I am dying slowly from deep within
Do you have a space for me?
[Chorus]
Why haven't anyone told me all
And everything about life?
Just about the womb from where I was born
Is there anyone to blame?
Is heaven a place for those who prey
And not for some like me?
Why not entomb me in a hole
And I'll just rot in peace?
[Chorus]