simile- and the river flows like a stream of glass
repetition- and a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
alliteration- when he beats his bars and he would be free
personification- When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore
Still it’s blood is red on the cruel bars
I’m not 100% sure but i try my best hope it helps
