THE PIECE OF INFORMATION
the silence seemed like thrusting herself into his presence who had no thought
and yet her new life is very free!
may we go home?
you will put nonsense--
you will worry papa while ring the bell
mothers and things put to the kind
and yet dears find to the work
men talk to the intention
yet balls fail to the point of view
to be is to be
to take is to know ze
you might see anyone while constructing a hut
will they do nothing?
they will be anything
like a flint of years, we ask to the question
other, delightful, drinking, quite happy
THE MATTER OF FACT
with a dewy, the trouble was like the morning , ready for whatever day
and yet her other arm is specially chosen
you must look round when threatening every moment
we may find reasons when taking no notice
acquaintances and skies come to the lawn
yet doubts submit to the field
others come to the prejudice of childhood
so balls stay to the lady of rank
THE WORLD (a sort of grandeur)
the meantime is quite deprived
his line of roofs might talk commonplaces
you should take pleasure while leaving no spirit
to feel is to learn
to make is to give vent
must we find the miss gone out the sweetness?
THE POINT OF VIEW
may you come upstairs?
you will Take care!
the right is very serious
therefore our scene of confusion can hold places
will you do nothing?
we will go home
on the bank of dears, we live to the salvation
young, primitive, evening, too young
will they come round?
they will spoil everything
she was married before the fact
your kind of man and touch of indignation
we were taken up the elevation
the sensation of danger and pang of humiliation
from a dream of women, we explain to the girl
little, very, flinging, away such
THE ASPECT OF NEGLECT
shall they do something?
we will take advantage
can we keep things?
you will do something
the crowd was like a flash of sudden lightning
therefore her own part is never heard when we find fault!
pleasures and eyes go to the girl
so hands do to the kind of society
so outlines go to the cry of alarm
therefore ones go to the power of resistance
THE STYLE OF HOUSEHOLD
in the world, the way were like two stars , and blazed in the light
his black horse is always doubtful
the station was always glad
their glow of delight might see everybody
the world looked like lace , but was Shetland wool
so his own life is very important.
passengers and gatherings begin to the mother
girls talk to the arm
yet ladies proceed to the tone of triumph
so cases keep to the tranquillity
he was stolen in the applause
his sort of shock and game of tennis
the sunshine ended like the first in nothing . The college potentate had no idea
alas, his large hand is very comfortable.
may we take care?
you will find lodgings
preliminaries and eyes fit to the garden
alas, places talk to the sort of thing
and yet horses speak to the subject
and yet people speak to the air of comfort
we must see diamonds while knowing no shadow
he was been from the fire
her stage of life and rule of nurse
they might cut glass while resisting all efforts
explanations and heads speak to the house
but s speak to the house
therefore children help to the flash of passion
so daughters pay to the height of happiness
THE COURSE OF AFFAIRS
the world were like two stars , and blazed in the light
my haughty dislike is really wrong while we Conclude nothing.
the sale sounded like a term of reproach
so her dear love is somewhat querulous! when we seem right
the question was commonly visible
therefore your chill of despair can make acquaintance
hands and hands hesitate to the kettle
so buildings put to the river of romance
girls talk to the shadow of death
tears talk to the justice
THE SPECK OF DUST
in the face, the liberty talked like other people
and yet her dear mother is always happy
she was inhabited by the thing
the sort of woman and shade of perplexity
you can count ten when flourishing the book
neighbours and women speak to the change
alas, people speak to the landscape
puckers attain to the spot
but noises speak to the scene
THE TRACE OF EMOTION
to remind is to succeed
to feel is to receive letters
the attack was like the face of a child
alas, his own race is not visible
by a terror, the road looked like lace , but was Shetland wool
therefore her own character is very difficult
over the edge of looks, we pretend to the temptation
romantic, unworthy, making, intensely disagreeable
THE SOLITUDE OF WOODS
it was concentrated on the brother.
our day of revelation and state of affairs
the warmth is always taken
your state of collapse might shed tears
the vacancy seemed like thrusting herself into his presence who had no thought
our undisturbed possession is not taken!
might we find a refuge determined by the knowledge?
THE OUTLOOK (a means of subjugation)
the type stood like one spell-bound . Already her heart
her spiritual director is quite new...
must we mean harm?
they will be something!
he was done in the sea...
her care of money and bit of sunshine
hands and sons come to the end
yet children come to the sort of thing
children attain to the sort of undertone
yet occasions talk to the piece of bread
THE MATTER OF SENTIMENT
you were situated in the vestry
their litter of dressmaking and man of business
we might be boys while carrying a basket
you were taken out the cook
their mass of flowers and litter of dressmaking
can we attain the paradise changed in the bench?
THE SUBJECT OF MONEY
in the days, the multitude were like two stars , and blazed in the light
my youthful curiosity is very pale
may they Do ye?
you will find nobody
the way shone like two stars
therefore his usual composure is too picturesque
can we give a daughter shut out the fact?
THE LANDLADY (a aspect of affairs)
they were buoyed up the district!
your sense of disgust and manner of indulgences
might they do anything?
they will be things.
it was connected with the table
your vale of light and gaiety of heart
from the world of mothers, we speak to the pedigree
old, many, considering, therefore very foolish
THE OUTLOOK (a sort of woman)
to suffer is to know the rest
to help is to be luxuries
the sky looked like next parish , and they thought nothing
and yet his slight form is very nice-- while they tell ye...
the power was very ill
his background of groceries should be anything
hands and weapons help to the air
yet landlords speak to the ameliorating
hands come to the bit of railway
titles come to the sense of sympathy
THE TERM OF REPROACH
may we tell everything?
they will be nothing--
it was concerned in the matter...
his rapture of delight and group of men
he was gone at the hope
their caravansary of tourists and energy of despair
of the kind of s, we happen to the widow
true, first, being, somewhat vexed
A poetry bot by @darius, liberally remixed from the collected works of 19th c Scottish novelist Margaret Oliphant.
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