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| Título | The Works of the English Poets: Pope Volumen 31 de The Works of the English Poets, Samuel Johnson Volumen 31 de The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Henry Hughs |
| Autor | Samuel Johnson |
| Editor | Samuel Johnson |
| Colaborador | Henry Hughs |
| Editor | H. Hughs, 1779 |
| Procedencia del original | la Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 20 Jul 2006 |
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