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.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeRead
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
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.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a nature hike to evoke appreciation for the peaceful sounds of the environment.
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.
Common sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.
And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Often do the spirits stride on before the event; and in today already walks tomorrow.
Mr. Lyell's system of geology is just half the truth, and no more. He affirms a great deal that is true, and he denies a great deal which is equally true; which is the general characteristic of all systems not embracing the whole truth.
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Live in each season as it passes: breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit.
What is a country without rabbits and partridges? They are among the most simple and indigenous animal products; ancient and venerable families known to antiquity as to modern times; of the very hue and substance of Nature, nearest allied to leaves and to the ground.
The first crocodile I ever caught was at nine years of age, and it was a rescue.
When you recognize the sacredness, the beauty, the incredible stillness and dignity in which a flower or a tree exists, you add something to the flower or the tree. Through your recognition, your awareness, nature too comes to know itself. It comes to know its own beauty and sacredness through you.
The pleasures of spring are available to everybody and cost nothing.
As a child, I used to have a secret dread - and a recurring nightmare - of the whole world becoming city, being covered with cement and buildings and streets. No more country. No more woods.
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