All in green went my love riding Violence Quotes

How do we know that the hunt is not just, say, a jolly ride through the fields? This adjective is our key. A "cruel bugle" blowing becomes something like a synecdoche for the person blowing the bugle—the hunter.

Since when are arrows hungry? When they're described using personification, that's when.

Woah. Whenever death shows up in a metaphor, chances are that things are about to take a turn for the worse, and fast. It's the literary equivalent of putting a target on a character—or, in this case, a deer.