| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Poems by Oscar Wilde: O how my heart with boyish passion burned,
When far away across the sedge and mere
I saw that Holy City rising clear,
Crowned with her crown of towers! - On and on
I galloped, racing with the setting sun,
And ere the crimson after-glow was passed,
I stood within Ravenna's walls at last!
II.
How strangely still! no sound of life or joy
Startles the air; no laughing shepherd-boy
Pipes on his reed, nor ever through the day
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre: planted in the centre, will furnish supports for the structure,
together with the trellis-work of the top and sides. There is no
other furniture, no dead leaves, which would spoil the shape of the
nest if the mother were minded to employ them as a covering. By
way of provision, Locusts, every day. They are readily accepted,
provided they be tender and not too large.
The experiment works perfectly. August is hardly over before I am
in possession of six nests, magnificent in shape and of a dazzling
whiteness. The latitude of the workshop has enabled the spinstress
to follow the inspiration of her instinct without serious
obstacles; and the result is a masterpiece of symmetry and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Tapestried Chamber by Walter Scott: countenance of his friend, on which war, with its fatigues and
its wounds, had made a great alteration. But the uncertainty
lasted no longer than till the visitor had spoken, and the hearty
greeting which followed was such as can only be exchanged betwixt
those who have passed together the merry days of careless boyhood
or early youth.
"If I could have formed a wish, my dear Browne," said Lord
Woodville, "it would have been to have you here, of all men, upon
this occasion, which my friends are good enough to hold as a sort
of holiday. Do not think you have been unwatched during the
years you have been absent from us. I have traced you through
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