| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Maid Marian by Thomas Love Peacock: cottage-casement and dancing in its reflection on the restless stream.
Robin blew his horn, which was answered from below. The cottage
door opened: a boy came forth with a torch, ascended the steep,
showed tokens of great delight at meeting with Robin, and lighted
them down a flight of steps rudely cut in the rock, and over a series
of rugged stepping-stones, that crossed the channel of the river.
They entered the cottage, which exhibited neatness, comfort, and plenty,
being amply enriched with pots, pans, and pipkins, and adorned
with flitches of bacon and sundry similar ornaments, that gave
goodly promise in the firelight that gleamed upon the rafters.
A woman, who seemed just old enough to be the boy's mother,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Song of Hiawatha by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Wooed her with his smile of sunshine,
With his flattering words he wooed her,
With his sighing and his singing,
Gentlest whispers in the branches,
Softest music, sweetest odors,
Till he drew her to his bosom,
Folded in his robes of crimson,
Till into a star he changed her,
Trembling still upon his bosom;
And forever in the heavens
They are seen together walking,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Margret Howth: A Story of To-day by Rebecca Harding Davis: slowly in the mornings over the snuff-coloured carpet on the
floor, up the brown foot-board of the bed, and, when the wind
shook the window-curtains, made little crimson pools of mottled
light over the ceiling,--curdling pools, that he liked to watch:
going off, from the clean gray walls, and rustling curtain, and
transparent crimson, into sleeps that lasted all day.
He was not conscious how he knew he was in a hospital: but he did
know it, vaguely; thought sometimes of the long halls outside of
the door, with ranges of rooms opening into them, like this, and
of very barns of rooms on the other side of the building with
rows of white cots where the poorer patients lay: a stretch of
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