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And Diomedes immortal was made by a Goddess, the golden-haired, grey-eyed.

Stricken with thunderbolts of Zeus the earth at the gates of Thebes yawned wide,

And swallowed up Oikles’ son the seer, a storm-cloud battle-laden.

And peerless the land from of old is in beauty of fair-tressed matron and maiden:

Yea, this Zeus testified, thitherward coming for love of Alkmene and Danae.

In Adrastus’ father and Lynkeus the fruit of wisdom and justice blended she.