into the hands, the world seemed like a spear
but her stupid sketch is suddenly silent
the clouded felt like a moral blow . Wounded surprise and resentment
his own part is very silent!
may we come right?
we will imagine anything!
comes and events come to the face
things occur to the kind
and yet chivalrous tell to the window
men come to the touch of ridicule
the stranger was very ready
and yet his subject of contention will ask questions
the reason is quite capable
her bit of briony may Do ye
the edge was like a picture , in her black satin and lace
so their common interest is very superior
into the heathery of tears, we come to the expense
both, able, sucking, therefore Perhaps young
THE LEFT (a gaze of faces)
shall we let nobody?
you will Thank heaven--
in the daylight, the world looked like a ghost
therefore her dangerous volume is quite sure
the master finished like a poem
her white head is not fond.
children and girls close to the title
babies belong to the climax of existence
alas, cottagers venture to the vicarage
monosyllables go to the midst
THE WEALTH OF LIFE
might we come round?
you will be kind
by the desire, the house was like a stream of bright fresh water
therefore Her feverish colour is very little
the day seemed like a spear
so your fresh tarlatane is never seen when you gang round.
should we establish any precedent left out the moment?
THE INDEPENDENCE OF CHARACTER
you might see nothing when accepting the crisis
in the world, the rope ended like the first in nothing . The college potentate had no idea
therefore her own class is very glad
the afternoon looked like a man
her upper lip is not clever!
for a moment of eyes, we come to the ghost
grave, poor, carrying, so mightily pleased
THE STATION (a radiance of bloom)
we shall cut grass while talking the matter
upon a bench, the curate was like a picture , in her black satin and lace
yet its dull unfeatured is even heard
he was expended for the mind--
their study of languages and manner of subjects
in the world of days, we go to the parenthesis
simple, much, Spring, deeply relieved
THE TABLE (a compound of worldliness)
shall we be nothing?
they will shirk anything.
the harm is really affected
therefore her number of bills shall know anything
with the troubles, the book felt like a small child who is being discussed over his head
so their own way is never seen
will we entertain any anxiety perceived in the veriest?
THE ROOM (a destruction of society)
with a pang, the list looked like a bit of sky
her usual gravity is very good
the midst is doubly cruel
his share of womankind can do anything
the cry sounded like that of a man put on his defence
and yet her constant suspicion is however fantastical
might we give the maid folded in the time?
THE WORLD OF SKY
you can justify concealment while concerning this problem
the party was gradually concentrated
and yet your chorus of regrets should be content
we were set about the world
her sort of woman and army of servants
letters and towers come to the impulse
but s listen to the house
so pastimes pretend to the case
yet papers speak to the wind
A poetry bot by @darius, liberally remixed from the collected works of 19th c Scottish novelist Margaret Oliphant.
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