śrīmātaṅgīsahasranāmāvaliḥ

A thousand names of Matangi set out one to a salutation and printed as a single unbroken block. The opening run is built almost entirely on one sound — Sumukhi the fair-faced, Shemushi who is intelligence, Sevya the one to be served, Surasa, Shashishekhara the moon-crested, Samanasya, Sadhani, she who faces all the gods at once, the mother of every kind of wealth — and the alliteration keeps up long enough to be a device rather than an accident. What such a list gives that a short hymn cannot is the whole range of her at once, from the tribal name she carries to the Shrividya throne she sits on, with no attempt anywhere to reconcile the two.