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| Title | The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 41 The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Samuel Johnson |
| Editor | Samuel Johnson |
| Publisher | C. Bathurst, 1779 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 27 Feb 2006 |
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