Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps... The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL. D. - Page 439 by Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1823 Full view -
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