| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Songs of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: XXIV. Farewell, fair day and fading light!
XXV. IF THIS WERE FAITH - God, if this were enough
XXVI. MY WIFE - Trusty, dusky, vivid, true
XXVII. TO THE MUSE - Resign the rhapsody, the dream
XXVIII. TO AN ISLAND PRINCESS - Since long ago, a child at home
XXIX. TO KALAKAUA - The Sliver Ship, my King - that was her name
XXX. TO PRINCESS KAIULANI - Forth form her land to mine she goes
XXXI. TO MOTHER MARYANNE - To see the infinite pity of this place
XXXII. IN MEMORIAM E. H. - I knew a silver head was bright beyond compare
XXXIII. TO MY WIFE - Long must elapse ere you behold again
XXXIV. TO MY OLD FAMILIARS - Do you remember - can we e'er forget?
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Fisherman's Luck by Henry van Dyke: lexicon before he can take a good word into his mouth and speak it
out like the people with whom he has lived!
The truth is that the man who is very particular not to commit
himself, in pronunciation or otherwise, and talks as if his remarks
were being taken down in shorthand, and shudders at the thought of
making a mistake, will hardly be able to open your heart or let out
the best that is in his own.
Reserve and precision are a great protection to overrated
reputations; but they are death to talk.
In talk it is not correctness of grammar nor elegance of enunciation
that charms us; it is spirit, VERVE, the sudden turn of humour, the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: away. This platform was a world in itself. It sent arms everywhere among
the piles of lumber, and once or twice I was as much lost as I had been up
in the forest.
While turning into one of these byways I came suddenly upon Buell and
another man. They were standing near a little house of weather-strips,
evidently an office, and were in their shirt-sleeves. They had not seen or
heard me. I dodged behind a pile of planks, intending to slip back the way
I had come. Before I could move Buell's voice rooted me to the spot.
"His name's Ward. Tall, well-set lad. I put Greaser after him the other
night, hopin' to scare him back East. But nix!"
"Well, he's here now--to study forestry! Ha! ha!" said the other.
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