The Drama, Painting, Poetry, and Song: Embracing a Complete History of the Stage; an Exhaustive Treatise on Pictorial Art; a Choice Collection of Favorite Poems, and Popular Songs of All Nations
P.F. Collier, 1884 - 718 psl.
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