The poets of the first half of the reign. The novelist-poetsHenry Fitz Randolph A. D. F. Randolph & Company, 1887 |
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Bibliographic information
| Title | The poets of the first half of the reign. The novelist-poets Volume 2 of Fifty Years of English Song: Selections from the Poets of the Reign of Victoria, Henry Fitz Randolph |
| Editor | Henry Fitz Randolph |
| Publisher | A. D. F. Randolph & Company, 1887 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 6 Nov 2007 |
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