| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Complete Poems of Longfellow by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Burst from him in resistless overflow,
And, lifting high his forehead, he would fling
The haughty answer back, "I am, I am the King!"
Almost three years were ended; when there came
Ambassadors of great repute and name
From Valmond, Emperor of Allemaine,
Unto King Robert, saying that Pope Urbane
By letter summoned them forthwith to come
On Holy Thursday to his city of Rome.
The Angel with great joy received his guests,
And gave them presents of embroidered vests,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lesson of the Master by Henry James: had been there overtaken by Henry St. George, who strolled in from
a neighbouring room. He stood near them a moment, not falling into
the talk but taking up an old miniature from a table and vaguely
regarding it. At the end of a minute he became aware of Miss
Fancourt and her companion in the distance; whereupon, laying down
his miniature, he approached them with the same procrastinating
air, his hands in his pockets and his eyes turned, right and left,
to the pictures. The gallery was so long that this transit took
some little time, especially as there was a moment when he stopped
to admire the fine Gainsborough. "He says Mrs. St. George has been
the making of him," the girl continued in a voice slightly lowered.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Professor by Charlotte Bronte: second exit.
Brief as my impromptu return had been, it had afforded me time
to pick up a heart-ache; I remarked that Frances had already
removed the red embers of her cheerful little fire from the
grate: forced to calculate every item, to save in every detail,
she had instantly on my departure retrenched a luxury too
expensive to be enjoyed alone.
"I am glad it is not yet winter," thought I; "but in two months
more come the winds and rains of November; would to God that
before then I could earn the right, and the power, to shovel
coals into that grate AD LIBITUM!"
The Professor |
