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Gay's Fables and other poems: Cotton's visions in verse ; Moore's Fables for the female sex ; with sketches of the authors' lives

This volume brings together a selection of poems and fables from the works of Gay and Cotton, alongside Moore's distinctive fables tailored for a female readership. The book also includes biographical insights into the lives of these authors, offering readers a glimpse into their creative processes and personal backgrounds. more

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John Gay
John Gay

John Gay, born on June 30, 1685 and died on December 4, 1732, was an outstanding English poet. He is best known for his satirical comedy, 'The Beggar's Opera,' which had a profound impact on the development of musical theater. more

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