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    <title>GreacenStanford167</title>
    <Collections>Letters to Stanford</Collections>
    <Contributor>Greacen Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1974 Sep 27th</Coverage>
    <Creator>LHL</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>GreacenStanford167</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Letter</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>W.B. Yeats</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>LHL</Publisher>
    <Relation>LHL</Relation>
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    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>﻿27 PEMBRIDGE CRESCENT,
LONDON,
W.11
27th Sept,&#039;74

My dear Derek,
Your Yeats notes were a great help.
I spoke for 2Hrs without a stop + even
silenced the Southern Irish in my
audience at Ealing this morning. Loghorrehoea
spelling ? indeed! And have only
started on W.B.Y.
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