Question 70
HardOriginal questionRise, brothers, rise, the wakening skies pray to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all night.
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore, and set our free,
To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for we are the sons of the sea.
No longer delay, let us away in the track of the sea-gull's call,
The sea is our mother, the cloud is our brother, the waves are our all.
What though we toss at the fall of the sun where the hand of the sea-god drives?
He who holds the storm by the hair, will hide in his breast our lives.
Sweet is the shade of the cocoanut glade, and the scent of the mango grove,
And sweet are the sands at the full o' the moon with the sound of the voices we love.
But sweeter, O brothers, the kiss of the and the dance of the wild foam's glee:
Row, brothers, row to the blue of the , where the low sky mates with the sea.
What does the last stanza suggest?
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Correct answer: B
Explanation
The stanza lists the sweet things of the land, the coconut glade, the mango grove, loved voices on the sands.
Then it says "But sweeter, O brothers, the kiss of the spray". The sea is loved even more than all of these.
Worth noting
"Sweet… But sweeter" is a comparison. The trap is to stop reading at "sweet" and choose the land.
- Concept
- Following a comparison to its conclusion
- Typical timeTypical
- 55 s
- Your timeYours
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