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“But jest apart--what virtue canst thou trace In that broad trim that hides thy sober face? Does that long-skirted drab, that over-nice And formal clothing, prove a scorn of vice? Then for thine accent--what in sound can be So void of grace as dull monotony?”

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George Crabbe
George Crabbe

George Crabbe (December 24, 1754 - February 3, 1832) was an English poet known for his profound depictions of rural life and critical reflections on social realities. His poetry, characterized by its detailed portrayal of the countryside and social commentary, has earned him a place as one of the most significant poets of the late 18th and early 19th centuries. more

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