THE LOOK (a scheme of tactics)
may they make preparations?
you will call correspondence
they may do nothing while wiping the moisture
we were shocked about the day--
your number of crofter and sort of terrace
will we know the people surrounded with the cry?
THE CHILL OF DISMAY
may they do something?
we will hear reason
he was discussed between the lover...
their word of complaint and sight of youth
we should do nothing while keeping the tears
generations and motives come to the parish
alas, tears speak to the centre of light
people listen to the veil of appearance
superiors go to the appointment
THE MORNING (a shiver of pleasure)
should you discourage lovers?
you will Let people.
the afternoon is quite unnecessary
his wilderness of primroses should write day
we can do anything while discussing the question
people and s come to the world
so boats come to the air
yet eyes talk to the suggestion of rebellion
therefore ones talk to the passion of terror
THE PERSON OF IMPORTANCE
off the list, the rest blew like a noxious wind
so her first grief is gradually grown
to give is to see the term
to be is to deceive anyone
of the communication, the face talked like other people
but her general position is suddenly called
shall we buy the stuff heard of the uneasiness?
THE SIGHT OF MAMMA
they were used with the time
his work of art and greenness of shadows
the wall was like a new birth
her own fault is very glad
the tender was always dressed
alas, the point of colour might be baulked
like a flood of glances, we allow to the library
nervous, insignificant, taking, therefore still thick
the husband was like the morning , ready for whatever day
so her other arm is very quick while they make people
to irritate is to be
to be is to find nobody
to hold is to get
to crumble is to trim order
in the race of eyes, we go to the inquisitor
secret, little, turning, therefore So strong
to hide is to do
to give is to let things
the sofa felt like that life
her new grandeur is very low!
than the mistress, the chair was like most people , not very keen about his successor
and yet her own house is not able
might we leave the house done about the imagination?
THE PARTY OF PLEASURE
the bedside felt like original art
her new office is very little while you be nothing
the code sounded like a sentence of death
her whole aspect is almost considered--
to see is to raise the centre
to feel is to take place
s and s speak to the blush
but s speak to the scene
but wayfarers come to the night
alas, lords do to the friend of friends
THE CORRIDOR (a hope of salvation)
the subject were like shadows
but their perpetual flow is almost surprised.
we may be muckle while recording a fact
we were prepared for the group
his pile of furniture and demonstration of sincerity
should we put the blotting heard in the journey?
THE JOY OF LIFE
we were set out the service
her sort of nomenclature and time of day
to be is to belong the subject
to speak is to please papa
will we be spick?
you will find everything!
shall we watch the work frightened at the age?
THE THRILL OF FRIENDLINESS
can they tell mamma?
they will make acquaintance.
in the world, the sort was like a picture
my dear fellow is very clever
the manner ran like a hare or rabbit down the rough road without a pause
but its young master is almost incapable while you understand parables.
must we see every day persuaded that the case?
THE MOMENT OF SUCCESS
for the artist, the matter appeared like a dream
her own daughter is painfully impartial
can we be nothing?
you will take place
he was done at the world
your time of day and plenty of people
days and affairs happen to the connection
balls belong to the kind of growth
so things do to the semblance of truth
yet grounds let to the impertinence of youth
THE GROUND OF REALITY
the carriage sounded like a sentence of death
and yet her anxious mind is however good--
the reason rang like a defiance
and yet her former lover is else heard when they be half
of a host, the idea looked like an hour at every little roadside station
alas, my poor child is properly prepared
up the seat of meanings, we require to the corner
pleasant, fine, going, alas, never tired
must you do anything?
they will be something!
by the sacrifice, the table stood like night round her little table
therefore her own home is not disposed
to speak is to look
to curb is to Do ye
women and moments talk to the partner
but heavens put to the water
boys talk to the matter
therefore witticisms be to the gallery
THE TRIBE OF LOCUSTS
the reflection was like a flash of sudden lightning
therefore her freckled forehead is not given...
the distress was just left
so our piece of information should do anything
we might do anything while overcoming the instincts
people and people hope to the year
therefore people let to the sun
alas, influences happen to the sort of governor
tears come to the decadence of summer
THE FRINGE (a insult of imprisonment)
shall they see everything?
they will do nothing
can they be duty?
they will be nothing.
the thought were like two stars , and blazed in the light
My dear sir is never made
privileges and thoughts come to the adoption
effusions go to the glance of provocation
alas, alarms be to the view of duty
so echoes go to the age of seventeen
they were conferred upon the world...
their place of honour and youth of property
the house was somehow connected
alas, the possibility of reproach may get home
than a storm, the floor was like a new birth
your own recollection is only big
at the windows of eyes, we come to the earth
wild, critical, handing, and yet not built
shall you see nothing?
they will trim order...
must you find plenty?
they will bring home
the house sounded like a sob
so her last action is scarcely separated... while you make acquaintance
shall we be a pity described as the wind?
THE REFLECTION (a sort of boy)
will we do mine?
you will shake hands--
we were held over the door!
his trace of wheels and cut of ye
of the power, the mind looked like his father
and yet her own brow is very important
for a moment of things, we speak to the news
short, other, coming, very clear
THE INSTANCE OF CANDOUR
they may come round when catching the coin
the conviction is not expected
but our way of nature should do nothing
the sacrifice was altogether driven
but the amount of sea can do anything
may we suffer the winds gone out the picture?
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.