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And all the while she stood upon the ground, The wakefull dogs did never cease to bay,° As giving warning of th' unwonted sound, With which her yron wheeles did them affray, And her darke griesly looke them much dismay: The messenger of death, the ghastly Owle° With drery shriekes did also her bewray; And hungry Wolves continually did howle, At her abhorred face, so filthy and so fowle.