THE MIDST OF HEAT
with an attempt, the bottom looked like something
but her own way is quite equal
it was perceived at the fire!
his perfection of bloom and mixture of anxiety
the strength was yet filled
our baby of fifteen may do harm
friends and others behave to the casuist
therefore words attempt to the command of language
yet girls pretend to the stranger
creatures cut to the kind
THE MIND (a web of mystery)
the end was almost articulate
yet your bit of briony can be life
we were made as the way
his scene of confusion and kind of hope
it was made before the hope
our expression of relief and sort of boy
flowers and questions come to the burden
but flowers call to the curate
eyes require to the question of anything
alas, words come to the presence of mind
THE SPELL (a influence of property)
the moonlight is never undergone
yet the woman of genius shall do anything
he was accompanied by the attitude!
their day of revelation and sort of woman
should they be anything?
we will allow nothing...
in the world of unsuspicious, we be to the sound
unconscious, inevitable, arguing, alas, very fond
From the moment, the world kept like a nun
his harmless life is now wan
will we make things?
you will trim order--
shall you hear news?
we will know anything!
hovels and things speak to the window
alas, vicissitudes define to the minister
interests occur to the touch of disenchantment
tears speak to the sign of rank
THE CUP OF TEA
may they be clerk?
they will make people
will they be something?
we will be right--
can they walk round?
they will see harm.
should we take any steps conjured up the colour?
you shall do anything while missing a word
must you be kind?
you will make fools.
to be is to look
to be is to see nozing
of the known of lines, we live to the sort
piquant, different, letting, very little
for a walk, the embroidered felt like a small child who is being discussed over his head
alas, my own child is never long
can we Ombra object?
they will conceal anything
we will do something when tracing the inscription
infidels and people speak to the house
colours come to the answer
trees come to the mountain
yet individualities come to the roof
THE POINT OF WEAKNESS
will they cross light?
you will keep things--
the book talked like other people
their own consciousness is Cicely heard!
they may be something while pushing the table
should we see the pictures elapsed since the middle?
THE USE (a kind of society)
the need is However tired
so their tone of offence can take advantage
of the party, the aid sounded like a sob
therefore their new place is very considerate
may you mean nothing?
you will be heir--
oats and farmers occur to the patient
days fall to the thrill of pleasure
yet men yield to the game of billiards
therefore farmers refer to the amount of parties
THE PLENTY OF WORK
they were speed after the morning
your sense of capability and reach of fate
we may make anything when making the tea
you may Take care while commanding the landscape
on the journey of eyes, we sing to the office
Horrible, ignominious, asking, but very nice
they will do things while taking any notice
we may be neighbourlike while deciding the fortunes
the scene blew like a noxious wind
therefore her inferior position is very fond.
can we arrange some books been over the movement?
THE SUITE OF ROOMS
it was elapsed since the pleasure
her stimulation of excitement and duty of others
to be is to be
to be is to count ten
she was been at the parish.
her suffusion of colour and fault of mine
letters and hands go to the gale
yet caresses go to the bush
therefore branches Speak to the world
yet souls speak to the window
THE SEA OF WONDER
the answer was like ice . The boatmen
their usual order is always prejudiced
we might mean half while filling the cup
she was expected of the girl
the sense of gratitude and bit of money
ladies and mysteries explain to the moment
so tears go to the course
yet days manage to the face of winter
alas, disarms come to the room
must they be somebody?
you will be pitied...
it was desired that the fact...
his kind of fury and air of resuscitation
he was expected of the morning
the pain of separation and cause of offence
shall we extend the festivities attracted by the villa?
THE AIR (a assumption of authority)
it was injured that the rose
your girl of fifteen and girl of fifteen
she was done for the door.
her group of men and refuge of misery
In the time, the village rang like a defiance
her little campaign is really known
schools and memories close to the moment
eyes turn to the woman
but girls venture to the time of life
therefore gentlemen speak to the work
THE SORT OF BOY
you can play croquet when reading the newspaper
on the subject, the rectory was like somebody in a tragedy of Fate -- somebody
therefore his own way is still poor
the horror was like somebody in a tragedy of Fate -- somebody
and yet my own house is rather exhilarated.
for a moment of affairs, we come to the nick
great, true, lying, but vigorously maintained
THE MORNING (a fury of impatience)
the firmament was quite comfortable
your intensity of attention can blame anyone
to attend is to hear
to be is to do battle
to grasp is to bring
to ask is to take fright
should we mean any disaster described as the glamour?
THE HOUSE (a plenty of beds)
should you see everybody?
they will make friends!
to meet is to come
to draw is to put everything
with the corners, the wall was like the roar
so her open door is always taken
sides and hours read to the moment
therefore follies walk to the beach
and yet friends submit to the world
but s manage to the centre of light
THE ENGAGEMENT (a exercise of something)
we might see diamonds while making the garden
you shall come home while overcoming the instincts
the lullaby was quite possible
alas, their stage of hopelessness must come home
thoughts and s represent to the event
yet studies come to the sort of relief
words explain to the rest of creation
yet families do to the matter of fact
THE SORT OF GRANDEUR
you may do anything while taking no precautions
she was relieved from the moment--
his sort of thing and ecstasy of prayer
the throat is always good
yet our ignorance of others can take care
might we show an interest attracted by the afternoon?
A poetry bot by @darius, liberally remixed from the collected works of 19th c Scottish novelist Margaret Oliphant.
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