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See Time has touched me gently in his race, And left no odious furrows in my face.

George Crabbe

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George Crabbe
Age: 79 †
Born: 1754
Born: December 24
Died: 1834
Died: February 3
Entomologist
Medicine
Poet
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Suffolk
Gently
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