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“Uncouth tongues, horrible shriekings of despair, Shrill and faint voices, cries of pain and rage, And, with it all, smiting of hands, were there, Making a tumult, nothing could assuage, To swirl in the air that knows not day or night, Like sand withi”
Dante Alighieri
“Through the palpable obscure find out / His uncouth way.”
John Milton
