| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Rezanov by Gertrude Atherton: a long rope, although he knew they must be ger-
minating with a mutinous distaste of the Russian
north; he kept strict watch over them and would
have given a deserter his due without an instant's
pause.
The estafette that had gone with Luis' letters to
Monterey had taken one from Rezanov as well, ask-
ing permission to pay a visit of ceremony to the
Governor. Five days later the plenipotentiary re-
ceived a polite welcome to California, and protest
against another long journey; the humble servant
Rezanov |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Plutarch's Lives by A. H. Clough: the night, had not courage enough to go on with his enterprise;
but, having pillaged the country, he returned with shame to
Thespiae. An embassy was upon this sent from Athens to Sparta, to
complain of the breach of peace; but the ambassadors found their
journey needless, Sphodrias being then under process by the
magistrates of Sparta. Sphodrias durst not stay to expect
judgment, which he found would be capital, the city being highly
incensed against him, out of the shame they felt at the business,
and their desire to appear in the eyes of the Athenians as
fellow-sufferers; in the wrong, rather than accomplices in its
being done.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Poems of William Blake by William Blake: Thou seest me the meanest thing, and so I am indeed:
My bosom of itself is cold, and of itself is dark,
But he that loves the lowly, pours his oil upon my head
And kisses me, and binds his nuptial bands around my breast.
And says; Thou mother of my children, I have loved thee
And I have given thee a crown that none can take away.
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
Poems of William Blake |
