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Review: Gods and Fighting Men: The Story of the Tuatha De Danaan and the Fianna of Ireland (Forgotten Books)ユーザー レビュー - Betty - Goodreads
The stories themselves were very enjoyable. レビュー全文を読む
Review: Gods and Fighting Men: The Story of the Tuatha De Danaan and the Fianna of Ireland (Forgotten Books)ユーザー レビュー - Emma - Goodreads
Available legally and free at Project Gutenberg: http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/14465 レビュー全文を読む
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162 ページ - ... name, but he took the name of Deimne. Seven years, now, Finegas had stopped at the Boinn, watching the salmon, for it was in the prophecy that he would eat the salmon of knowledge that would come there, and that he would have all knowledge after. And when at the last the salmon of knowledge came, he brought it to where Finn was, and bade him to roast it, but he bade him not to eat any of it. And when Finn brought him the salmon after a while he said: 'Did you eat any of it at all, boy?' 'I did...
461 ページ - College, testifying that the early literature "is almost intolerably low in tone — I do not mean naughty, but low; and every now and then, when the circumstance occasions, it goes down lower than low ... if I read the Irish books, I see nothing ideal in them, and my astonishment is that through the whole range of Irish literature that I have read (and I have read an enormous range of it), the smallness of the element of idealism is most noticeable. . . . And as there is very little idealism there...
69 ページ - I am a beam of the sun, I am the fairest of plants, I am a wild boar in valour, I am a salmon in the water, I am a lake in the plain, I am a word of science, I am the...
429 ページ - It is a pity it was not I myself fell in sunny scarce Gabhra, and you going east and west at the head of the Fenians." "And if it was yourself fell in the battle," said Osgar, "you would not hear me keening after you; for no man ever knew any heart in me," he said, "but a heart of twisted horn, and it covered with iron. But the howling of the dogs beside me," he said, "and the keening of the old fighting men and the crying of the women one after another, those are the things that are vexing me.
436 ページ - But some say the day will come when the Dord Fiann will be sounded three times, and that at the sound of it the Fianna will rise up as strong and well as ever they were.
91 ページ - There she was, letting down her hair to wash it, and her arms out through the sleeve-holes of her shift. Her soft hands were as white as the snow of a single night, and her eyes as blue as any blue flower, and her lips as red as the berries of the rowan-tree, and her body as white as the foam of a wave. The bright light of the moon was in her face, the highness of pride in her eyebrows, a dimple of delight in each of her cheeks, the light of wooing in her eyes, and when she walked she had a step...
111 ページ - ... sign of Emhain; it is not a common wonder that is. There is nothing to liken its mists to, the sea washes the wave against the land; brightness falls from its hair. Golden chariots in the Plain of the Sea, rising up to the sun with the tide; silver chariots and bronze chariots on the Plain of Sports. It is a day of lasting weather, silver is dropping on the land ; a pure white cliff on the edge of the sea, getting its warmth from the sun.
91 ページ - IRELAND *T*HERE was a king over Ireland before this time whose name was Eochaid Feidlech, and it is he was grandfather to Conaire the Great. He was going one time over the fair green of Bri Leith, and he saw at the side of a well a woman, with a bright comb of silver and gold, and she washing in a silver basin, having four golden birds on it, and little bright purple stones set in the rim of the basin. A beautiful purple cloak she had, and silver fringes to it, and a gold brooch ; and she had on...
90 ページ - THE BROOCH. his back, with trappings of silver and a boss of gold ; and he had in his hand a sharp-pointed spear covered with rings of gold from its socket to its heel. He wore fair yellow hair coming over his forehead, and his forehead was bound with a fillet of gold to keep his hair from disorder1.
162 ページ - Finn gave him the treasure-bag, and told him his whole story. And then he said farewell to Crimall, and went on to learn poetry from Finegas, a poet that was living at the Boinn, for the poets thought it was always on the brink of water poetry was revealed to them. And he did not give him his own name, but he took the name of Deimne. Seven years, now, Finegas had stopped at the Boinn, watching the salmon, for it was in the prophecy that he would eat the salmon of knowledge that would come there,...