George Crabbe (December 24, 1754 - February 3, 1832) was an English poet and naturalist.
Habit with him was all the test of truth, it must be right: I've done it from my youth.
Our farmers round, well pleased with constant gain, like other farmers, flourish and complain.
Through a dull tract of woe, of dread, The toiling year has pass'd and fled: And, lo! in sad and pensive strain, I sing my birth-day date again.
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