CELTIC WONDER TALES - 12 wonderous Celtic children's stories E-Book

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• Herausgeber: Abela Publishing
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

From childhood we listen to tales of ghosts, banshees, haunted castles and mischievous sprites. But it is not until you immerse yourself in Gaelic literature that you realise what a heritage awaits, for Celtic folklore overflows with vivid stories that fire imaginations in young and old alike. This is a wonderful, enchanting collection of 13 Celtic and magical tales from Ella Young. Children aged 7 - 12 years old will be enchanted by these magical and mysterious stories. Tales of the Earth Shapers, Eric-Fine of Lugh, Inisfail, the (classic) Children of Lir, the Spear of Victory and more. So don’t be surprised if when you think you have finished reciting a tale from this book to a younger audience, that you feel a tug at your sleeve and have a request for another; and the child within you will be only too happy to read on. So take some time out and travel back to yesteryear, to a period before television and radio, a time when families would gather around a crackling and spitting hearth and granddad or grandma or uncle or auntie would delight and captivate the gathering with stories passed on to them from their parents and grandparents from time immemorial. YESTERDAY’S BOOKS for TODAY’S CHARITIES

Leseprobe

Celtic Wonder Tales

Retold by Ella Young

Illustrated and decorated

by Maud Gonne

Originally Published by

MAUNSEL & COMPANY, DUBLIN

[1910]

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Resurrected by

ABELA PUBLISHING, LONDON

[2010]

Celtic Wonder Tales

Typographical arrangement of this edition

© Abela Publishing 2009

This book may not be reproduced in its current format in any manner in any media, or transmitted by any means whatsoever, electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, or mechanical ( including photocopy, file or video recording, internet web sites, blogs, wikis, or any other information storage and retrieval system) except as permitted by law without the prior written permission of the publisher.

Abela Publishing,

London

United Kingdom

2009

ISBN-13: 978-1-907256-36-3

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Acknowledgements

Abela Publishing acknowledges the work that

ELLA YOUNG

did in compiling Celtic Wonder Tales

in a time well before any electronic media was in use.

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A percentage of the net profit from the sale of this book

will be donated to the Princes Trust.

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YESTERDAYS BOOKS

for

TODAY’S CHARITIES

Contents

The Earth-Shapers

The Spear of Victory

A Good Action

How the Son of the Gobhaun Saor Sold the Sheepskin

How the Son Gobhaun Saor Shortened the Road

The Cow of Plenty

The Eric-Fine of Lugh

The Great Battle

Inisfail

The Golden Fly

The Children of Lir

The Luck-Child

Conary Mor

The Earth-Shapers

N Tir-na-Moe, the Land of the Living Heart, Brigit was singing. Angus the Ever-Young, and Midyir the Red-Maned, and Ogma that is called Splendour of the Sun, and the Dagda and other lords of the people of Dana drew near to listen.

Brigit sang:

Now comes the hour foretold, a god-gift bringing .

A wonder-sight.Is it a star new-born and splendid up springing Out of the

night?

Is it a wave from the Fountain of Beauty up flinging Foam

of delight?Is it a glorious immortal bird that is Winging Hither its

flight?It is a wave, high-crested, melodious, triumphant,

Breaking in light.It is a star, rose-hearted and joyous, a splendour Risen

from night.It is flame from the world of the gods, and love runs before

it,

A quenchless delight.

Let the wave break, let the star rise, let the flame leap.

Ours, if our hearts are wise,To take and keep.

Brigit ceased to sing, and there was silence for a little space in Tir-na-Moe. Then Angus said:

"Strange are the words of your song, and strange the music: it swept me down steeps of air--down--down--always further down. Tir-na-Moe was like a dream half-remembered. I felt the breath of strange worlds on my face, and always your song grew louder and louder, but you were not singing it. Who was singing it?"