The Mythology of the British Islands: An Introduction to Celtic Myth, Legend, Poetry, and RomanceBlackie and son, limited, 1905 - 446 sider |
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... phantastica ' , who bore the wounded Arthur to the peaceful valley . There was little sunlight on its woods and streams , and the nights were dark " and gloomy for want of the moon and stars . 6 Mythology of the British Islands.
... phantastica ' , who bore the wounded Arthur to the peaceful valley . There was little sunlight on its woods and streams , and the nights were dark " and gloomy for want of the moon and stars . 6 Mythology of the British Islands.
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... night , darkness , death , barrenness , and evil . The first were the great spirits symbolizing the beneficial aspects of nature and the arts and intelligence of man ; the second were the hostile powers thought to be behind such baneful ...
... night , darkness , death , barrenness , and evil . The first were the great spirits symbolizing the beneficial aspects of nature and the arts and intelligence of man ; the second were the hostile powers thought to be behind such baneful ...
Side 48
... Night " , they were , for the most part , huge and deformed . Some had but one arm and one leg apiece , while others had the heads of goats , horses , or bulls . * The most famous , and perhaps the most terrible of them all was Balor ...
... Night " , they were , for the most part , huge and deformed . Some had but one arm and one leg apiece , while others had the heads of goats , horses , or bulls . * The most famous , and perhaps the most terrible of them all was Balor ...
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... night . " Other virtues had that beautiful hound ( Better this property than any other property ) , Mead or wine would grow of it , Should it bathe in spring water . " This marvellous hound , as well as the marvellous spear , and the ...
... night . " Other virtues had that beautiful hound ( Better this property than any other property ) , Mead or wine would grow of it , Should it bathe in spring water . " This marvellous hound , as well as the marvellous spear , and the ...
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... Night " ) . The territory of the western tribe of the Hi Dorchaide ( " Sons of Dark " ) was called the " Night Country " .1 The Celts , who held their own gods to have preceded them into Ireland , would not believe that even the Tuatha ...
... Night " ) . The territory of the western tribe of the Hi Dorchaide ( " Sons of Dark " ) was called the " Night Country " .1 The Celts , who held their own gods to have preceded them into Ireland , would not believe that even the Tuatha ...
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Amergin ancient Angus Annwn Arianrod Arthur Arthurian Legend Aryan asked Balor bard battle Bodb Book Brân Branwen Bress Britain British Britons Caer called castle cauldron Celtic mythology Celtique Celts chap chariot Cian Conchobar Cuchulainn Dagda daughter deities Diarmait divine Dôn druids Dyfed Emain Macha Eochaid Erin fairy father feast Fenians Fergus Finn Fir Bolgs Fomors Gaelic Gaels goddess Danu gods Goibniu Gwydion Gwyn Hades heroes Hibbert Lectures hounds Ibid Ireland Irish island killed King Kulhwch land Leinster Lêr Lleu Lleu Llaw Gyffes Lludd Llyr Lugh Mabinogi Mabinogion magic Manannán Manawyddan Mâth Medb Mider Milesians Morte Darthur myth mythical night Nuada Nudd Olwen Ossian pagan Partholon poem Pronounced Pryderi Pwyll race replied Rhiannon Rhys romance Saint sent sidh sons of Tuirenn spear story sun-god Taliesin tells told tradition translation tribes Tuatha Dé Danann Ulster Wales warriors Welsh wife
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Side 133 - But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou seest - if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) To the island-valley of Avilion; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Side 331 - More yellow was her head than the flower of the broom, and her skin was whiter than the foam of the wave, and fairer were her hands and her fingers than the blossoms of the wood anemone amidst the spray of the meadow fountain.
Side 331 - And the youth pricked forth upon a steed with head dappled grey, of four winters old, firm of limb, with shell-formed hoofs, having a bridle of linked gold on his head, and upon him a saddle of costly gold. And in the youth's hand were two spears of silver, sharp, well-tempered, headed with steel, three ells in length, of an edge to wound the wind, and cause blood to flow, and swifter than the fall of the dewdrop from the blade of reedgrass upon the earth when the dew of June is at the heaviest.
Side 340 - I have been here, and I have never heard of the man for whom you inquire, except once, when I went in search of food as far as Llyn Llyw. And when I came there, I struck my talons into a salmon, thinking he would serve me as food for a long time. But he drew me into the deep, and I was scarcely able to escape from him.
Side 257 - So they took the blossoms of the oak, and the blossoms of the broom, and the blossoms of the meadow-sweet, and produced from them a maiden, the fairest and most graceful that man ever saw. And they baptized her, and gave her the name of Flower-Aspect.
Side 344 - Rather than that gray king, whose name, a ghost, Streams like a cloud, man-shaped, from mountain peak, And cleaves to cairn and cromlech still...
Side 253 - So they had the boy baptized, and as they baptized him he plunged into the sea. And immediately when he was in the sea, he took its nature, and swam as well as the best fish that was therein. And for that reason was he called Dylan, the son of the Wave. Beneath him no wave ever broke. And the blow whereby he came to his death, was struck by his uncle Govannion.
Side 335 - A cursed ungentle son-in-law, truly! As long as I remain alive, my eyesight will be the worse. Whenever I go against the wind, my eyes will water; and peradventure my head will burn, and I shall have a giddiness every new moon. Cursed be the fire in which it was forged. Like the bite of a mad dog is the stroke of this poisoned iron.
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Side 39 - To him without glory They would kill their piteous, wretched offspring With much wailing and peril, To pour their blood around Cromm Cruaich. " Milk and corn They would ask from him speedily In return for one-third of their healthy issue: Great was the horror and the scare of him.