Consonance and Assonance

       Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
           Clo
se bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
       Con
spiring with him how to load and bless
           With fruit the
vines that round the thatch-eves run;
       To bend with apple
s the moss'd cottage-trees,
           And fill all fruit with
ripeness to the core;
               To
swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
           With a
sweet kernel; to set budding more,
       And
still more, later flowers for the bees,
       
Until they think warm days will never cease,
              For S
ummer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.