The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1771 |
The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1769 |
The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1771 |
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