they were spoken amid the climax
her bundle of grocery and bond of reserve
the rectory were like flowers in comparison with the substantial size
her little heart is very proud
to turn is to talk the sea
to be is to propose anything
may we serve the purpose taken off the sound?
THE EYE (a man of iron)
the room was very young
their independence of character may seek comfort
the arm stood like night round her little table
but his native place is slightly discussed.
we were melted as the song--
the dream of happiness and time of day
roofs and people yield to the difference
and yet incidents listen to the moment
men listen to the pause of awe
alas, faults write to the bell
THE KIND OF HOPE
will you make allowances?
we will know nothing
will we take care?
they will come right.
you were perceived that the sort
our atmosphere of grief and share of womankind
looks and sides listen to the woman
shadows require to the office
and yet doors comment to the conception of grandeur
people happen to the morning
of the subject, the brother looked like a half-opened
therefore her first breath is always pleased
he was left at the loch!
his sort of people and depression of soul
the sensation is highly cultured
his impertinence of youth might see everybody
for the moment of crofters, we attend to the light
little, real, getting, and yet somewhat chilled
THE MOMENT (a kind of rage)
it was flooded with the house...
his aid of ornament and point of fact
it was been with the fleet
the conception of grandeur and change of mind
you must put nonsense while making a study
sisters and people happen to the lady
and yet hills pretend to the aunt
and yet occasions fail to the breast of everything
feelings speak to the subject
THE SORT OF THING
she was distracted from the mother
her sense of honour and expression of wonderment
to understand is to see
to do is to see trouble
to be is to miss
to be is to make mountains
on the subject of things, we object to the house
little, interested, going, alas, not such
THE DOOR (a point of view)
at the right, the sound looked like a half-opened
but her dear mother is always possible
the road looked like witchcraft
so His first adventure is scarcely known when they hear nothing.
should you do nothing?
they will be thirty--
after a moment of ways, we come to the house
such, faint, living, and yet scarcely reached
THE CHAPTER OF MISERY
with a sort, the matter swelled like a flood
so her grey frock is suddenly introduced
they were chosen for the look
her expression of friendship and state of affairs
to talk is to tell
to make is to be shot
of the boys of eyes, we come to the garden
old, last, instructing, very restless
THE LIGHT (a point of vantage)
the castle stood like one spell-bound . Already her heart
his sole defence is quite ready while we live side
of the church, the fifty was like a rose with canker in it -- plenty of canker
therefore his own world is very glad
to be is to hear the night
to try is to know something
babies and doors require to the steamboat
yet arguments talk to the centre
pictures talk to the carriage
and yet eyes remember to the amount of faith
THE ANGUISH OF SUSPICION
the head was like the roar
yet her passionate hatred is only made
we should be half while receiving the man
to talk is to refuse
to do is to know nothing
might we be all right grown up the desire?
THE HOMAGE OF SOCIETY
the use was very sorry
our dream of happiness shall employ detectives
they may keep everything while asking an explanation
the rug was very glad
yet your fringe of flowers should walk round
valorous and children happen to the child
therefore tears stop to the grain of sand
but recollections cut to the foreground
therefore discussions chatter to the mixture of anxiety
to be is to bite the factor
to make is to simulate unfelt
the sea sounded like a sentence of death
their large attic is yet troubled.
they were sheltered from the end...
their inaction of others and state of susceptibility
must we push some spectre altered in the sunset?
THE SOUL OF EVERYTHING
it was deserted of the sweetness!
our occasion of disturbance and number of years
on the beauty, the position was like a flash of sudden lightning
her natural place is yet young
the house was like a stream of bright fresh water
and yet her own room is very sweet.
of the men of arms, we require to the poet
speedy, young, pouring, yet only active
to stay is to break the midst
to do is to take time
it was given for the sacrifice
the privilege of youth and pair of cousins
of the library, the seclusion was like the roar
therefore his foolish head is only open
will we get the breath detected that the garden?
THE VACATION (a society of women)
to consider is to do
to turn is to do something
they can be shot while casting a terrified
of the country, the man was like the face of a child
so her full height is extremely careless
in a parenthesis of glances, we come to the matter
much, associate, saying, alas, never killed
we must take care when resisting all efforts
we might be right when gaining a livelihood
the effect stood like one spell-bound . Already her heart
and yet her eighteenth year is yet set--
ears and minds come to the seat
but days go to the impulse of use
yet copies come to the station
but eyes fit to the troop of children
the island looked like a girl
yet its rich colour is too little... while they take care
for the time, the year looked like a ghost
yet your little compliment is quite apparent
to see is to make the head
to Miss is to take advantage
in an inn of visitors, we come to the sufferer
little, probable, leaving, but not divine
THE TIME OF SEPARATION
the moonlight was very young
the dint of lumps might do nothing
should you do nothing?
you will mimic storm--
the world was not selfish
our visit of sympathy should go home
novels and eyes speak to the day
and yet prayers listen to the nestling
and yet housemaids go to the castle
alas, people talk to the thing
must they take counsel?
we will do anything
to pour is to be the marriage
to make is to come round
the room was very comfortable
alas, their condition of life will tell mamma
curtains and s speak to the throng
so places get to the way of punishment
yet eyes come to the sort of thing
alas, eyes return to the horizon of eighteen
THE BROKEN (a sort of amusement)
we were trusted with the water.
her circle of trees and kind of fury
the party were like two stars , and blazed in the light
and yet their own consciousness is easily deceived
they might be half while putting an end
should we describe the bitterness dispersed of the thickest?
A poetry bot by @darius, liberally remixed from the collected works of 19th c Scottish novelist Margaret Oliphant.
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