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But the earth, with its wide roads, opened up in the Nysian plain, and from it sprang forth with impetuosity, with his immortal mares, the Sovereign who receives many, the son of Cronos of many names. He seized her, against her will, and carried her away, lamenting, on his golden chariot. She cried out sharply, invoking her father, the Cronid, the most excellent and powerful. But neither the immortals nor mortal men heard her voice, nor even the beautiful-fruited olive trees. (Hymn to Demeter, 16-24)
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And the earth, full of roads leading every which way, opened up under her. It happened on the Plain of Nysa. There it was that the Lord who receives many guests made his lunge. He was riding on a chariot drawn by immortal horses. The son of Kronos. The one known by many names. He seized her against her will, put her on his golden chariot, And drove away as she wept. She cried with a piercing voice, calling upon her father, the son of Kronos, the highest and the best. But not one of the immortal ones, or of human mortals, heard her voice. Not even the olive trees which bear their splendid harvest.
(Hymn to Demeter, 16-24)
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