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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I look'd to Heav'n, and try'd to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came and made My heart as dry as dust.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects the struggle between spiritual aspiration and the distractions of negative thoughts.
In this quote by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, the speaker expresses a deep internal conflict where an attempt to reach out to a higher power through prayer is thwarted by troubling thoughts. The phrase 'a wicked whisper' symbolizes the intrusive negativity that can obstruct one's spiritual and emotional openness, leading to a feeling of desolation and dryness in the heart, akin to a lack of vitality or hope.
Themes
PrayerThoughtsStruggleSpiritualityNegativity
In practice
Example use cases
During a discussion about the challenges of faith in difficult times.
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