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| Наслов | A collection of poetry for the practice of elocution [ed. by F.W.Newman]. |
| Аутор | Francis William Newman |
| Уредник | Francis William Newman |
| Издао/ла | 1850 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет Оксфорд |
| Дигитализовано | 26 сеп 2006 |
| Дужина | 148 страница |
| Извоз навода | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |