| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Poems of Goethe, Bowring, Tr. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: 'Be thou a sign of my bliss!' shout I, and then 'tis ordain'd.
Yet to thee only I lend a voice, as a Muse from the people
Chooseth one for herself, kissing his lips as a friend."
1782.
-----
THE CONSECRATED SPOT.
WHEN in the dance of the Nymphs, in the moonlight so holy assembled,
Mingle the Graces, down from Olympus in secret descending,
Here doth the minstrel hide, and list to their numbers enthralling,
Here doth he watch their silent dances' mysterious measure.
All that is glorious in Heaven, and all that the earth in her beauty
|
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: charred ends of a fire he and she had made once here together, to
boil coffee and fry trout. She built another fire now, and when
the flames were going well, filled her flask-cup from the spring
and set it to heat. Meanwhile, she returned to nurse his head and
wound. Her cold water had stopped the bleeding. Then she poured
her brandy in the steaming cup, and, made rough by her desperate
helplessness, forced some between his lips and teeth.
Instantly, almost, she felt the tremble of life creeping back,
and as his deep eyes opened upon her she sat still and mute. But
the gaze seemed luminous with an unnoting calm, and she wondered
if perhaps he could not recognize her; she watched this internal
The Virginian |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Cromwell by William Shakespeare: And by how much thy spirit is ranked bove these
In rules of Art, by so much it shines brighter
By travel whose observance pleads his merit,
In a most learned, yet unaffecting spirit,
Good Cromwell, cast an eye of fair regard
Bout all my house, and what this ruder flesh,
Through ignorance, or wine, do miscreate,
Salve thou with courtesy: if welcome want,
Full bowls and ample banquets will seem scant.
CROMWELL.
Sir, what soever lies in me,
|
