Odyssey: Chapter 9

Book 9

Metaphor:

"To hear a minstrel gifted as yours: a god he might be."

Similie:

"Driving veils of squall moved down like night on land and sea."

"...I leaned on it turning it as a shipwright turns a drill in planking..."

"as a blacksmith plunges a glowing ax or adze / in an ice-cold bath and the metal screeches steam / and its temper hardens — that's the iron's strength — / so the eye of the Cyclops sizzled round that stake!"