A powerful monster, living down in the darkness, growled in pain, impatient as day after day the music rang loud in that hall, the harp's rejoicing call and the poet's clear songs, sung of the ancient beginnings of us all.
—from Beowulf, a poem by Anonymous, translated by Burton Raffel
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