An Inquiry Into the Authenticity of Various Pictures and Prints: Which, from the Decease of the Poet to Our Own Times, Have Been Offered to the Public as Portraits of Shakspeare: Containing a Careful Examination of the Evidence on which They Claim to be Received; by which the Pretended Portraits Have Been Rejected, the Genuine Confirmed and Established, Illustrated by Accurate and Finished Engravings, by the Ablest Artists, from Such Originals as Were of Indisputable Authority
R. Triphook, 1824 - 206 Seiten
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