Irish Druids and Old Irish Religions

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Griffith, Farran, 1894 - 328 oldal
This book offers an ethnological study on the Druids and their religion.
 

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207. oldal - Behold, all ye that kindle a fire, that compass yourselves about with sparks: walk in the light of your fire, and in the sparks that ye have kindled. This shall ye have of mine hand; ye shall lie down in sorrow.
44. oldal - What did not clash with the Word of God in the written law and in the New Testament, and with the consciences of the believers, was confirmed in the laws of the Brehons by Patrick and by the ecclesiasties and the chieftains of Erin; for the law of nature had been quite right, except the faith, and its obligations and the harmony of the church and the people. And this is the Senchus Mor.
164. oldal - Rossnaree And face me to the rising sun. 'For all the kings who lie in Brugh Put trust in gods of wood and stone; And 'twas at Ross that first I knew One, Unseen, who is God alone. 'His glory lightens from the east; His message soon shall reach our shore; And idol-god, and cursing priest Shall plague us from Moy Slaught no more.
196. oldal - The sun shall not come to thy bed and say, " Awake Dar-thula! awake, thou first of women ! the wind of spring is abroad. The flowers shake their heads on the green hills, The woods wave their growing leaves. Retire, O sun! the daughter of Colla is asleep. She will not come forth in her beauty. She will not move in the steps of her loveliness!
137. oldal - Irish at this day, when they goe to battaile, say certaine prayers or charmes to their swords, making a crosse therewith upon the earth, and thrusting the points of their blades into the ground; thinking thereby to have the better successe in fight.
42. oldal - Such were the words of the bards in the days of song; when the king heard the music of harps, the tales of other times! The chiefs gathered from all their hills, and heard the lovely sound. They praised the voice of Cona! the first among a thousand bards!
289. oldal - I'd choose laboriously to bear A weight of woes, and breathe the vital air, A slave to some poor hind that toils for bread, Than reign the scepter'd monarch of the dead...
42. oldal - But sit thou on the heath, O bard! and let us hear thy voice. Partake of the joyful shell, and hear the songs of Temora!
291. oldal - Weep, thou father of Morar! weep; but thy son heareth thee not. Deep is the sleep of the dead; low their pillow of dust. No more shall he hear thy voice; no more awake at thy call. When shall it be morn in the grave, to bid the slumberer awake?
221. oldal - Dance, because Giants, from the remotest parts of Africa, brought them into Ireland ; and in the plains of Kildare, not far from the castle of Naas...

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