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“Whatever amuses, serves to kill time, to lull the faculties, and to banish reflection. Whatever entertains, usually awakens the understanding or gratifies the fancy. Whatever diverts, is lively in its nature, and sometimes tumultuous in its effects.”

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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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