We ought not to extract pernicious honey from poison blossoms of misrepresentation and mendacious half-truth, to pamper the course appetite of bigotry and self-love.
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A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote evokes the serene and gentle sounds of nature during the month of June, suggesting a peaceful, hidden beauty that exists in the natural world.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge's quote paints a vivid picture of the tranquil sounds of a hidden brook during a lush June night, where nature's melody softly sings to the woods. It highlights the beauty and serenity found in the natural world, serving as a reminder of the calm and quietude that often goes unnoticed in our busy lives.
Themes
NatureSerenityBrookQuietJuneWoods
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be shared during a nature hike to evoke appreciation for the peaceful sounds of the environment.
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