Sketches of History, Politics and Manners: Taken in Dublin, and the North of Ireland, in the Autumn of 1810 ...C. Cradock and W. Joy, 1811 - 294 psl. |
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Sketches of History, Politics and Manners– Taken in Dublin, and the North of ... John Gamble Visos knygos peržiūra - 1811 |
Sketches of History, Politics, and Manners, in Dublin, and the North of ... John Gamble Visos knygos peržiūra - 1826 |
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