THE STATE OF EXCITEMENT
the witch felt like that life
and yet her own enjoyment is willingly done
can they mimic storm?
they will deceive anyone
they may be somebody while neglecting the helm
in the house of engagements, we come to the west
much, old, remaining, and yet very interesting
THE SMILE OF DEVOTION
the wound was like a mountain side
so our quiet way is very different when you make nothing.
you will make mountains while resisting all solicitations
she was shrunk from the sound...
her delight of gossip and exhilaration of spirit
can we see the effect showered upon the edge?
the use looked like an elongated easy-chair
yet his infantile countenance is skilfully engineered...
must they take care?
they will be rain
to find is to be
to be is to be propriety
in a position of hours, we begin to the intention
terrible, foolish, being, therefore now wan
THE GROCER (a wolf of debt)
the place is very unkind
so his piles of books might explain things
they must shake hands while taking the opportunity
on the subject, the gleam was like the young man
yet His dazed memory is well disposed
of the house of books, we do to the object
large, inconceivable, blazing, so very hard
THE WORD (a gleam of water)
she was treated with the suite
our couple of children and manner of preparation
must we be nothing?
you will be duty.
of the effect, the night felt like that life
its little gate is deeply relieved
others and shortcomings add to the coast
therefore faces stay to the height of passion
s speak to the change of position
alas, footsteps Go to the life
THE SENSE OF HUMOUR
you should be life while shutting the door
to refer is to feel
to go is to do nothing
should you explain things?
you will see nothing
of a mind of ears, we cut to the chill
DEAR, certain, showing, and yet chiefly known
THE MIDST (a tone of colour)
the system is already forgotten
therefore their want of trust will carry anything
to secure is to do the question
to go is to justify anything
she was flushed with the heat
their piece of absurdity and reason of passion
with a sensation of properties, we give to the curate
savage, hard, smiling, away frightened
THE CLASS OF MEN
you were confused by the multiplicity
our waft of air and woman of eighty
the head seemed like a dream
so her little sister is suddenly silent while you come home!
the trouble was like the face of a child
her own rule is not denied when they shed tears
boughs and spirits justify to the shaded
alas, marriages yield to the footman
so callers pause to the tide
and yet babies happen to the girl of twenty
may they blame anybody?
they will do nothing
you shall outlive centuries when saying a word
must you take care?
they will see anything...
might we find the house set out the landscape?
THE PURCHASE (a kind of person)
On a journey, the charm looked like anything
her constant suspicion is comparatively young
the lamp is always wet
therefore the way of rent will know something
the respect felt like a moral blow . Wounded surprise and resentment
so her next visit is quite sure-- while we bring joy--
s and shawls come to the initiative
yet s belong to the rapture of delight
eyes talk to the elm
alas, things go to the relaxation of discipline
THE VULGARITY OF BEATITUDE
shall they take orders?
we will shed tears
to die is to remember
to take is to know something
he was produced upon the gloom...
his hour of noon and burden of humanity
eyes and chambers come to the grass
notes come to the confidence of youth
friends interfere to the drop of shame
gardens be to the appointment
THE WORLD (a sort of boy)
in the world, the rector looked like an elongated easy-chair
alas, her old lover is absolutely essential
the world was like a stream of bright fresh water
but her own person is doubly convinced...
you can make something when inventing a headache
meals and people go to the night
interchanges talk to the lady
and yet friends occur to the glass
therefore eyes talk to the piece of information
THE SENSE OF HONOUR
at the table, the vision finished like a poem
yet his young daughter is not tenable
the truth was like her mother
alas, my dear boy is never observed
should you take care?
you will come home
may we take the part heard that the reader?
THE OUTBURST OF JOY
to make is to meet the shadow
to do is to be undeceived
the day was deeply relieved
yet our midnight of despair can be nothing
to talk is to take
to take is to be kind
stories and eyes come to the failure
but prayers explain to the code of honour
yet nondescripts speak to the kind of inheritance
yet flowers begin to the air
might they be cast?
we will know anything
she was taken up the future...
the sort of deprecating and affair of day
the company felt like a honeycomb , each cell holding some active notion
and yet my little friend is very grand when they wear flannel...
chains and birds listen to the look
but boys Go to the prejudice of childhood
but mazes belong to the dislike of anything
so lovers come to the question
THE CONTACT OF IDEAS
you were dried by the idea
your bouquet of violets and order of march
the beauty is very sorry
yet the sort of figure can get anything
to conjure is to get the husband
to consider is to go home
doors and s write to the charge
cheeks call to the anguish of suspicion
lashes put to the gale of wind
and yet s speak to the sky
THE WORLD (a eagerness of vassals)
you were left as the tongue.
her stock of landscapes and compound of worldliness
they were perceived in the end
their bit of beach and gleam of excitement
they should trim order while taking all hope
in a minute of women, we look to the district
grey, open, feeling, therefore very curious
the velvetest was like her mother
therefore My foolish darling is not foreign... when you do nothing...
she was done by the enthusiasm
his mixture of admiration and chapter of misery
can they mean harm?
you will manage everything--
can we relieve the tension alarmed about the right?
the lady seemed like a dream
my dear child is never fancy...
the world was fully instructed
their state of excitement shall receive letters
in the midst, the road felt like original art
My young lady is quite sure
hindrances and children talk to the arm
and yet s come to the change of countenance
reasons go to the sort of belief
dimensions Come to the corner
THE AIR OF PREPARATION
the boundary was well aware
yet the sort of thing might see anyone
it was passed over the effect--
our intensity of attention and sort of splendour
the sight is quite sure
but your hand of iron might shed tears
tortures and conditions come to the notion
therefore children go to the air of misery
yet things go to the freshness
but walls explain to the sea
A poetry bot by @darius, liberally remixed from the collected works of 19th c Scottish novelist Margaret Oliphant.
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