the horror looked like anything
and yet Her new seriousness is very bad
the rector is very anxious
their show of happiness must bring repose
to Carry is to run the light
to turn is to take care
will we accuse a woman laid out the house?
THE BEAUTY (a kind of risks)
the distance was never heard
yet their kind of rage will stand firm
he was wrapped up the manner--
your sort of view and friend of mine
the subject felt like a moral blow . Wounded surprise and resentment
and yet her full face is very difficult when they give way!
people and circumstances do to the scene
and yet pretences go to the nature
so possibilities stand to the thrill of awe
so facts yield to the kiss of consolation
THE WORK OF ART
the girl sounded like a sentence of death
yet his own bondage is suddenly thrown...
the picture kept like a nun
therefore your last acquisition is quite necessary!
the air went like wine through her thrilling veins
her own benefit is not married while they hear reason--
on the subject of s, we Speak to the shock
distant, dreadful, Spring, and yet perhaps given
THE PAIR OF STAIRS
they can bring pleasure when taking an interest
to know is to choose the piano
to sit is to bring home
will you be master?
you will find everything--
must we understand the girls gone in the floor?
THE LADY (a way of service)
the character is badly left
so their sense of justice may know nothing
will they come right?
they will take care
the man was quite deprived
our aspect of everything may seem right
events and things live to the happiness
so circles go to the stream of carriages
guests come to the mot_ of everything
grounds go to the word of truth
THE MOMENT OF AGITATION
the wolf was always taken
yet his kind of books might Let people
the glen is never induced
but the kind of contrariety may come upstairs
might you be scenes?
you will worry papa--
evenings and bachelors speak to the shock
yet girls speak to the minister
yet tears threaten to the series of visits
but occasions speak to the sort of man
to watch is to ask the adoption
to be is to do nothing
the warmest was not safe
yet our kind of creatures may close round
to speak is to be
to consult is to be something
pipings and lips fail to the darkness
berries take to the sort of thoughts
brushes happen to the question of anything
yet pits learn to the sigh of satisfaction
THE SEASON (a condition of mind)
they must be gainsaid when having no fear
will we make things?
we will allow nothing--
you can know anything while specifying any time
must we accept the imputation been with the passage?
THE KIND OF CONTRARIETY
they were known for the factor!
her sort of justice and kind of person
over the house, the something swelled like a flood
alas, her own consciousness is Not Broad
the hawthorn is perfectly quiet
her matter of advice may do ye
duties and sentiments endure to the novelty
but difficulties listen to the fact
and yet credulous talk to the subject
yet vacancies give to the heathery
THE WORLD OF SKY
should they be eighteen?
we will call names
we might remember everything while spending the evenings
it was made up the constitution.
his bustle of preparation and blaze of light
may we be a spectator heard that the beach?
THE PANG OF SYMPATHY
you were pursued by the lady
our song of fate and breath of relief
he was served in the future
your demonstration of indifference and path of illustrations
the rest was away stung
yet our youth of society must be bloodshed
might we sing the hymns made up the door?
THE POINT OF VIEW
with a sigh, the name was like somebody in a tragedy of Fate -- somebody
alas, her own dexterity is ever known
to watch is to be the subject
to be is to take advantage
it was destroyed in the afternoon--
our tone of triumph and sense of sympathy
by the circumstances of eyes, we come to the way
other, mild, playing, but not born
THE BROKEN (a region of dreams)
will they take advice?
they will know somebody.
the object was often sweet
and yet our tide of excitement should turn round
the door was not aware
and yet the kind of beauty will Do nothing
in the park of servants, we come to the lady
young, big, thrusting, alas, very capable
THE SHRUBBERY (a pucker of anxiety)
you must remember everything when approaching the rectory
may they do nothing?
they will let things!
the sea was once allowed
yet their air of sympathy can do anything
should we give an account placed in the way?
THE LOOK OF TROUBLE
you can do anything while returning the enclosures
to make is to stand the bell
to throw is to tear life
the landlady appeared like a dream
so her bright face is very strange. when you make love!
parents and people take to the home
eyes come to the truth
and yet pretensions go to the kind of mother
brows turn to the gnawing
THE TUTELAGE OF HOME
the house was like one of the butterflies
yet his own country is not afraid when we be rain
the salt looked like an hour at every little roadside station
so your old friend is suddenly thrown
of the train, the air looked like one of those creatures , half demons , half
so her white pillow is already sprung
may we take the responsibility made on the avenue?
the kind felt like original art
so her usual gravity is not expected...
with a pretence, the lady was like one of the butterflies
yet his own point is ghostly quiet
to spoil is to be
to do is to make havoc
can we make the difference been in the lid?
might we become despair?
they will take pupils--
to sit is to be the cut
to look is to be luxuries
they were given at the beggar...
his link of connection and reach of fate
will we hear any sound wounded by the length?
THE SORT OF REFLECTION
to give is to be
to make is to make money
the age was nearly shaken
therefore your appearance of anyone should be heir
you can take place when forcing a smile
into a trim of minds, we talk to the country
further, afraid, growing, but accordingly seated
THE VOICE OF YOUTH
in a crack, the street was like her to go to the old gentleman
my own room is very grateful
we must bear witness when perceiving a touch
the captain was not known
so your tower of strength may employ detectives
at the light of rights, we do to the neighbourhood
abstract, sensible, wandering, just such
A poetry bot by @darius, liberally remixed from the collected works of 19th c Scottish novelist Margaret Oliphant.
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