to stir is to be the voice
to distinguish is to know something
with a tone, the window was like an angel
but his first visit is not caught
to get is to recover the heart
to talk is to establish relationship
eyes and oars be to the flow
therefore hands be to the bottle of wine
so thoughts go to the advanced
and yet treasures happen to the blot
THE GLANCE OF FIRE
the door blew like a noxious wind
and yet her pale cheek is yet able
for a moment, the book were like the lynx
yet his magnificent career is not clever
the village is thus deprived
their result of illness should see nothing
years and strangers happen to the partner
souls undertake to the rank of life
characteristics fit to the breakfast
breezes go to the mother
THE STUDENT OF WALKS
in the country, the door felt like a moral blow . Wounded surprise and resentment
alas, her great fatigue is only big
to come is to kill the sketch
to hear is to go home
we were connected with the factor
his face of gravity and time of day
of the fire of travels, we happen to the seriousness
great, rebellious, opening, now accustomed
THE NAME (a power of speech)
he was set up the midst!
his sense of capability and atmosphere of grief
the house was like that of the bagman on the coach
her own door is very ill while we play tennis
the touch was like a stream of bright fresh water
therefore my great object is well known-- when you know people!
questions and says pretend to the introduction
sentiments require to the glory
years speak to the aureola of hair
people help to the quietest of lives
THE SPITE OF FATE
on the gravel, the verdure looked like an hour at every little roadside station
but your young lordship is rather handsome
the sale was like her to go to the old gentleman
yet his own part is not equal. while you take care!
the bundle was not nice
their grip of steel should gather handfuls
visits and banks go to the pillow
days go to the party
ears go to the arch of heaven
alas, violets speak to the second
THE COUPLE OF CHILDREN
to begin is to do
to choose is to take place
to disturb is to be
to do is to be undeceived
to conceal is to break
to catch is to go round
will we write a note passed through the ferry?
THE TIME (a sentiment of proprietorship)
you should take advantage while feeling the attack
among the children, the post was like a picture
alas, his own way is very quiet
you shall be kind while leaving the girls
eyes and symptoms yield to the girl
alas, references grow to the kind of people
s go to the room
compliments belong to the light
the sincerity seemed like thrusting herself into his presence who had no thought
but its full tone is very different when we be something
you can put weapons when travelling all night
the rest sounded like a sob
alas, his thirteenth year is never undergone when you do nothing
might we discuss this possibility clouded over the sofa?
THE REGION OF TEMPTATION
can we justify concealment?
they will know anything...
in the papers, the vehemence looked like an elongated easy-chair
yet his own wife is pretty full
the downfall was very long
but her person of rank will take care
circumstances and qualities come to the manner
yet surroundings come to the aspect of affairs
feelings happen to the fence
yet hands stand to the boy
THE PANG OF SYMPATHY
the parish was like an angel
their loud flutter is quite justified... when you make society
to cut is to be
to do is to go round
shall they be reproached?
you will be wafted...
schemes and eyes speak to the consternation
alas, apples go to the hour of noon
cousins walk to the stimulation of excitement
establishments go to the water
THE DRAWBACK (a sort of way)
the boy was like her to go to the old gentleman
my little sister is equally wonderful... while we justify anything!
to lose is to mean
to help is to be wound
they were confronted in the road
her amount of faith and sort of thing
about the details of s, we blame to the crest
sweet, both, meaning, but even impassioned
THE SORT OF THING
we might know nobody when paying a thousand
the world was not foreseen
your sort of thing will get anything
the oar kept like a nun
my own child is yet bitter...
in the library of lots, we happen to the college
deal, common, listening, therefore now veiled
THE VACATION (a sort of thing)
she was held out the bundle!
your burst of laughter and effect of wealth
behind the flowers, the darkness was like a mountain side
our new house is very glad
should we maintain life?
they will do nothing...
s and days carry to the party
but slopes fit to the railway
s talk to the disturbed
yet housetops go to the house
THE DISCOVERY (a admixture of humour)
to bear is to get
to feel is to take service
may you ask nothing?
we will do battle.
will we come right?
you will be kind...
principles and responsibilities occur to the mind
alas, eyes speak to the look of criticism
yet ladies speak to the bit of beach
s occur to the climax of existence
THE LAUGH (a suggestion of change)
to do is to do
to tell is to thank heaven
can we look anyone?
you will take care...
can they see somebody?
we will abandon everything!
for a grievance of s, we come to the fire
both, bright, doing, and yet very many
THE WOMAN (a occasion of disturbance)
upon the scene, the hand looked like witchcraft
therefore his own initiative is well aware
she was caught like the world.
your matter of fact and thread of path
to be is to see the satisfaction
to get is to take advantage
days and hedges go to the beach
so piteous object to the sort of world
rooms write to the game
natives belong to the wealth of life
THE EFFORT OF MEMORY
the sincerity was like that of the bagman on the coach
and yet my own voice is nearly killed
the spectator was clearly marked
the force of sense may settle things
the door is never heard
therefore her voice of someone should see everybody
across the lawn of eyes, we speak to the beach
fresh, mysterious, feeling, alas, even condemned
THE CHILD (a universe of darkness)
they will take time when having no connection
you were copied out the way
his bit of darkness and tone of surprise
we were arranged for the purpose...
his peace of mind and course of events
will we know the end been of the grass?
THE PEACE (a miracle of constancy)
will we do anything?
we will be love
the idea is not cheerful
but their mot_ of everything can gather primroses
by the interview, the parted sounded like a sob
alas, my poor child is seldom sorry
descriptions and faces answer to the fire
things dare to the sound of movement
so papers speak to the visitor
therefore things talk to the number of apples
THE SHOCK OF SURPRISE
the marriage was like most people , not very keen about his successor
so their usual order is leisurely routine.
of an influence, the agitation abounded like the children
alas, his own way is too misty
the place was like the morning , ready for whatever day
so their own mother is not unnatural.
must we understand the existence passed over the handsomest?
A poetry bot by @darius, liberally remixed from the collected works of 19th c Scottish novelist Margaret Oliphant.
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