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Christopher Wordsworth Henry Reed. 4 BOOKS PUBLISHED BY TICKNOR , REED , AND FIELDS . GOETHE'S WILHELM MEISTER . Translated by CARLYLE . In two volumes , 16mo , price $ 250 . GOETHE'S FAUST ... WORDSWORTH . OF WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ,
Christopher Wordsworth Henry Reed. 4 BOOKS PUBLISHED BY TICKNOR , REED , AND FIELDS . GOETHE'S WILHELM MEISTER . Translated by CARLYLE . In two volumes , 16mo , price $ 250 . GOETHE'S FAUST ... WORDSWORTH . OF WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ,
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Christopher Wordsworth Henry Reed. NOTE BY THE AMERICAN EDITOR . In fulfilling the duty with which I have been charged by the friendly confidence of the Author , and of the Wordsworth family , my chief aim has been accuracy of reprint in ...
Christopher Wordsworth Henry Reed. NOTE BY THE AMERICAN EDITOR . In fulfilling the duty with which I have been charged by the friendly confidence of the Author , and of the Wordsworth family , my chief aim has been accuracy of reprint in ...
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Christopher Wordsworth Henry Reed. PREFACE . THE design of the present work being described in the Introductory Chapter , I have here only to discharge the agreeable duty of tendering my acknowledgments to those persons who have honoured ...
Christopher Wordsworth Henry Reed. PREFACE . THE design of the present work being described in the Introductory Chapter , I have here only to discharge the agreeable duty of tendering my acknowledgments to those persons who have honoured ...
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... WORDSWORTH be composed beside what has thus been written with his own hand . This being borne in mind , it ensues as a matter of course , that the present Work does not claim for itself the title of a Life of Wordsworth . Nor , again ...
... WORDSWORTH be composed beside what has thus been written with his own hand . This being borne in mind , it ensues as a matter of course , that the present Work does not claim for itself the title of a Life of Wordsworth . Nor , again ...
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Memoirs of William Wordsworth, Poet-laureate, D. C. L. Christopher Wordsworth Visos knygos peržiūra - 1851 |
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