Late Augustan PoetryPatricia Meyer Spacks |
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... fate , " a destructive force that virtue cannot combat and to which time is irrelevant . Fate's form , on the other hand , may be subject to control . In Ireland and Scotland , corrupt than London , less none are swept by sudden Fate ...
... fate , " a destructive force that virtue cannot combat and to which time is irrelevant . Fate's form , on the other hand , may be subject to control . In Ireland and Scotland , corrupt than London , less none are swept by sudden Fate ...
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... fate's instrument ; widespread social folly can be so powerful that it becomes equivalent to fate ; death from malice and rapine derives from fate as surely as death by hunger . But the conditions encour- aging blockheads , folly , and ...
... fate's instrument ; widespread social folly can be so powerful that it becomes equivalent to fate ; death from malice and rapine derives from fate as surely as death by hunger . But the conditions encour- aging blockheads , folly , and ...
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... Fate ? I know thou would'st ; thy Pride demands it from me , Let thy Pride pardon , what thy Nature needs , The salutary Censure of a friend : Thou happy Wretch ! by Blindness thou art blest ; By Doatage dandled to perpetual Smiles ...
... Fate ? I know thou would'st ; thy Pride demands it from me , Let thy Pride pardon , what thy Nature needs , The salutary Censure of a friend : Thou happy Wretch ! by Blindness thou art blest ; By Doatage dandled to perpetual Smiles ...
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