Question

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;

Answer 1

And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Answer 2

A.the mundaneness of human life contrasted with the divinity of nature

B.devotion to a loved one despite opposition from the world

C.appreciation of the beauty and blissful nature of the seasons

D.the innocence of childhood contrasted with the corruption of adulthood

Answer 3

Uhh, whats the question?

Answer 4

Which phrase best expresses the theme of this sonnet?

Answer 5

@Avvery159

Answer 6

I think it is A

Answer 7

THANKS

Answer 8

Youre welcome.