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So spake the Voice, then thunder shook the wood, and lightning smote and splinter'd two tall trees that tower'd above the rest: the one a pine, an ash the other.

Then I knew the doom of those accursed men who sport with war and tear the body of their mothers. Trembling though guiltless did I hear that doom, Trembling though guiltless I;
for them I quaked of whom it spake...‎