| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Complete Poems of Longfellow by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Where mountain streams have left their channels bare!
The Spaniard sees in thee the pathway, where
His patron saint descended in the sheen
Of his celestial armor, on serene
And quiet nights, when all the heavens were fair.
Not this I see, nor yet the ancient fable
Of Phaeton's wild course, that scorched the skies
Where'er the hoofs of his hot coursers trod;
But the white drift of worlds o'er chasms of sable,
The star-dust that is whirled aloft and flies
From the invisible chariot-wheels of God.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Book of Remarkable Criminals by H. B. Irving: touched something. It was the body of a woman; she was still
alive, but in a dying condition. Robb dragged her across the
passage into the sitting-room. He got some water, and extin-
guished the fire in the bedroom. On the bed lay the body of
Dewar. To all appearances he had been killed in his sleep. By
his side was the body of the baby, suffocated by the smoke. Near
the bed was an axe belonging to Dewar, stained with blood. It
was with this weapon, apparently, that Mr. and Mrs. Dewar had
been attacked. Under the bed was a candlestick belonging also to
the Dewars, which had been used by the murderer in setting fire
to the bed. The front window of the sitting-room was open, there
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Merry Men by Robert Louis Stevenson: character. The bad man is dear to me; not the bad act, whose
fruits, if we could follow them far enough down the hurtling
cataract of the ages, might yet be found more blessed than those of
the rarest virtues. And it is not because you have killed a
dealer, but because you are Markheim, that I offer to forward your
escape.'
'I will lay my heart open to you,' answered Markheim. 'This crime
on which you find me is my last. On my way to it I have learned
many lessons; itself is a lesson, a momentous lesson. Hitherto I
have been driven with revolt to what I would not; I was a bond-
slave to poverty, driven and scourged. There are robust virtues
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