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Delphi Complete Works of Horace Walpole (Illustrated)

The book features a wide array of Walpole's writings, including his famous novel 'The Castle of Otranto' and other works, meticulously compiled and presented in a single volume. The illustrations add depth and visual appeal to the text, making it an attractive choice for both scholars and general readers interested in Walpole's literary contributions. more

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Horace Walpole
Horace Walpole

Horace Walpole was an English politician, writer, and critic, born on September 24, 1717, and died on March 2, 1797. He is best known for his contributions to literature and the arts, particularly for his role in the revival of Gothic novels. more

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