One Hundred Years of English Studies in Dutch Universities: Seventeen Papers Read at the Centenary Conference, Groningen, 15-16 January 1986

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G. H. V. Bunt, E. S. Kooper, D. R. M. Wilkinson
Rodopi, 1987 - 274 pages

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Douglas Gray Oxford Chaucer and Gentilesse
Mike Hannay Free University Amsterdam English Comma Place
J Posthumus Groningen Short Forms of English Loans in Dutch
Frits Stuurman Utrecht Approaching Ought to
David Denison ManchesterUniversity of Amsterdam On Word
Ingrid TiekenBoon van Ostade Leiden Negative Do in 18th
H Aertsen Free University Amsterdam The Use of Dialect Words
H H Dragstra Groningen The Modernity of Modern Chaucer

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