| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Heap O' Livin' by Edgar A. Guest: About his parlor floor,
Who nightly hears a round of cheers,
When he is at the door,
Who is attacked on every side
By eager little hands
That reach to tug his grizzled mug,
The wealth of earth commands.
Who knows the joys of girls and boys,
His lads and lassies, too,
Who's pounced upon and bounced upon
When his day's work is through,
A Heap O' Livin' |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Hellenica by Xenophon: who displayed a hostile feeling towards her had been punished; so
that, to all outward appearance, the foundations of her empire were at
length absolutely well and firmly laid.
IV
Abundant examples might be found, alike in Hellenic and in foreign
history, to prove that the Divine powers mark what is done amiss,
winking neither at impiety nor at the commission of unhallowed acts;
but at present I confine myself to the facts before me.[1] The
Lacedaemonians, who had pledged themselves by oath to leave the states
independent, had laid violent hands on the acropolis of Thebes, and
were eventually punished by the victims of that iniquity single-handed
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Madam How and Lady Why by Charles Kingsley: My boy, our business is not to call hard names, but to take things
as we find them, as the Highlandman said when he ate the braxy
mutton. Now shall I, because I am your Daddy, tell you what Madam
How would not have told you? When you get on board the yacht, you
will think it all very pleasant for an hour, as long as you are in
the bay. But presently you will get a little bored, and run about
the deck, and disturb people, and want to sit here, there, and
everywhere, which I should not like. And when you get beyond that
headland, you will find the great rollers coming in from the
Atlantic, and the cutter tossing and heaving as you never felt
before, under a burning sun. And then my merry little young
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