| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Poems of William Blake by William Blake: But how this is sweet maid, I know not, and I cannot know
I ponder, and I cannot ponder; yet I live and love.
The daughter of beauty wip'd her pitying tears with her white veil,
And said, Alas! I knew not this, and therefore did I weep:
That God would love a Worm I knew, and punish the evil foot
That wilful bruis'd its helpless form: but that he cherish'd it
With milk and oil I never knew, and therefore did I weep,
And I complaind in the mild air, because I fade away.
And lay me down in thy cold bed, and leave my shining lot.
Queen of the vales, the matron Clay answered: I heard thy sighs.
And all thy moans flew o'er my roof, but I have call'd them down:
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: that I can now."
She sank to the floor and threw her arms about his knees, sobbing.
"And you DO care for me. You DO care for me. Think! The long
years I have waited, suffered! You can never know!" He stooped
and raised her to her feet.
"Listen," he commanded, opening the door and lifting her bodily
outside. "It cannot be. We are not alone to be considered. You
must go. I wish you a safe journey. You will find it tougher
work when you get up by the Sixty Mile, but you have the best
boatmen in the world, and will get through all right. Will you
say good-by?"
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The $30,000 Bequest and Other Stories by Mark Twain: but one who never loved another but your noble self.
F. Amelia, the decree has gone forth, it is to be done, and that quickly;
thou art to die, madam.
A. But half an hour allow me, to see my father and my only child,
to tell her the treachery and vanity of this world.
F. There is no alternative, there is no pause: my daughter shall
not see its deceptive mother die; your father shall not know that his
daughter fell disgraced, despised by all but her enchanting Malos.
A. Oh, Farcillo, put up thy threatening dagger into its scabbard;
let it rest and be still, just while I say one prayer for thee and
for my child.
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