Jahrbuch der Deutschen Shakespeare-Gesellschaft, Том 16

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G. Reimer, 1881
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Vols. 6, 11, 24, and 29-30 include: "Katalog der Bibliothek der Deutschen Shakespeare-Gesellschaft."

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