<Dd> Woe to the loosened gate, </Dd> <Dd> And the groping wretch whom sleety fogs </Dd> <Dd> On the trackless moor belate . </Dd> <Dl> <Dd> The lean and hungry wolf, </Dd> <Dd> With his fangs so sharp and white, </Dd> <Dd> His starveling body pinched </Dd> <Dd> By the frost of a northern night, </Dd> <Dd> And his pitiless eyes that scare the dark </Dd> <Dd> With their green and threatening light . </Dd> </Dl>

Where was the last wolf in england killed