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 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...  Shakspeare's himself again; or the language of the poet asserted - Página 105 por Andrew Becket - 1815 Visualização integral -
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