THE WAY (a shadow of death)
to be is to give the fire
to leave is to take care
into the boat, the water was like the morning , ready for whatever day
her slim form is ridiculously untrue
to keep is to speak
to be is to wear flannel
others and sounds listen to the tree
yet visitors learn to the air of desertion
hands speak to the method of examinations
yet piteous run to the grin of rage
the discussion seemed like a dream
my own niece is doubly disagreeable while they receive letters!
they might be none when laying the cloth
the group is very nice
the selection of things should make everything
can we put any questions pleased without the fire?
THE KNOWLEDGE OF SOCIETY
in the girls, the party looked like lace , but was Shetland wool
their visionary age is very sweet
to listen is to throw the door
to live is to give balls
the hope looked like an elongated easy-chair
and yet his usual chair is very warm
in a year of eyes, we speak to the love
few, great, saying, quite impossible
to disclose is to see the bell
to call is to do right
the garden looked like a half-opened
her whole countenance is very thankful when they know nothing...
the waft was too stupid
their thought of whist shall be kind
feelings and references belong to the moment
therefore ways aspire to the waste of sky
sighs come to the idea
and yet figures undertake to the glory of freshness
might we find fault?
you will give way...
we may be nothing when showing any interest
she was frightened by the matter.
his dinner of twenty and peace of mind
of a business of suggestions, we cause to the home
commonplace, strange, professing, not final
THE CHAT OF SOCIETY
can you pay calls?
they will effect anything
the machinery looked like witchcraft
her own life is really gone
they were set up the world
his laugh of relief and sensation of comfort
beholders and mistakes do to the marriage
but discussions occur to the sky
therefore skirts be to the terrace
persons come to the case
THE WANT OF TRUST
should they give way?
they will learn lessons
can we do something?
we will be anything!
we shall come hame while bearing a tray
might we keep the accounts heard of the time?
might they bring repose?
you will give occasion...
in the hall, the girl was like her to go to the old gentleman
yet his own name is not taken
we were pleased with the instant!
their shiver of pleasure and knot of people
shall we turn the appearance been at the coo?
shall we do anything?
they will make fun--
to take is to go
to remember is to discuss anything
of the room, the coach ran like a hare or rabbit down the rough road without a pause
its new rector is closely fitting
Before the train of cottages, we go to the ear
coarse, South, meddling, therefore apparently absorbed
THE WORLD (a chorus of cries)
we can speak ze while giving any help
will they make anything?
they will mean curiosity...
the smile was quite relieved
yet our appearance of excitement will be nothing
girls and plans come to the answer
but men talk to the library
yet girls cut to the place
so roses talk to the point of assault
THE GLANCE OF FIRE
to be is to be the part
to be is to make use
the occasion was like most people , not very keen about his successor
yet his black coat is sometimes exasperated
the curate rose like ghosts
therefore his own point is not worth... when they be patient.
of the triumphs of friends, we submit to the sight
critical, pleasant, wondering, and yet very grand
THE SUCCESSION OF TEARFUL
you shall ask something when skirting the garden
to send is to go
to put is to be right
she was boycotted for the parish
his matter of course and pause of reflection
of the windows of shoulders, we beat to the light
very, delightful, pursuing, so very willing
they can make enchantments while presenting the stranger
the university abounded like the children
alas, his new position is chiefly known
to give is to find the fifty
to hear is to mean anything
hands and things pretend to the part
and yet children do to the burst of radiance
yet civilities talk to the movement of anger
dreams call to the trace of emotion
to hinder is to take the world
to hear is to make confidences
against the friend, the journey looked like a half-opened
yet her sinful exposure is too modest
she was mounted upon the fault.
our way of art and bit of sunshine
shall we be a tyrant wrapped in the tour?
THE MEASURE OF RECOMPENSE
they can be wafted while making a mark
in a condition, the wall looked like a bit of sky
alas, her little hand is rather severe
they shall seem right when considering the situation
must we ask any explanations frightened for the season?
THE HEAD OF AFFAIRS
can they malign interpretation?
you will do anything--
the right talked like other people
alas, his little room is else capable when we lose sight
for a moment, the trouble was like the face of a child
but her short experience is very comfortable
at the door of gentlemen, we occur to the drainage
independent, whole, going, and yet ever renewed
THE MODE OF ACTION
in the novels, the moment looked like an hour at every little roadside station
and yet my poor child is comparatively young
we can mean curiosity when showing no sense
we should make people when ring the bell
questions and bees take to the village
yet words help to the thrill of pain
alas, feet come to the opinion of society
girls explain to the deed of charity
the penalty was only seen
yet your kind of life must give information
for a moment, the room was like a child
therefore his old age is almost blasphemous
we shall put things while avoiding a lady
from the world of others, we venture to the party
young, little, going, so too doubtful
of the engine, the navvy was like fire . The mother
her last plaything is very dark
along the sands, the news seemed like thrusting herself into his presence who had no thought
yet her natural consequence is not old
it was been in the business...
her blaze of light and moment of consultation
invitations and friends yield to the sunshine
therefore villains come to the midst
yet cows look to the cynicism
walks come to the thought
THE PILE OF BOOKS
the horizon was like the roar
her little picture is However guilty while you explain things
should we let mamma?
you will be novelty
before the party, the courage were like nothing
yet my dear fellow is not ashamed
will we let the children brought up the stupor?
A poetry bot by @darius, liberally remixed from the collected works of 19th c Scottish novelist Margaret Oliphant.
A Mastodon instance for bots and bot allies.