CúChulainn, photo credit 1. Neu-Kelte
#MythologyMonday #Celtic: `Cuchulain said to Laeg, "let you follow their track now, and count them, and see what number of the men of Ireland are come over the border." Laeg did this, and he came back and told their number, as he had counted them. "There is a […]
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Liath Macha cropped from Donaldytong, Dublin Street Art, by 1. Neu-Kelte, CC BY-SA 3.0
#MythologyMonday #Celtic: `All alone, without a single friend, #Cuchulain, the king of Erin's mighty heroes lay, dying upon the plain. …But the Grey of Macha, the King of Erin's steeds, found him where he stood, and came up, dragging the spear that still held […]
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Liath Macha cropped from Donaldytong, Dublin Street Art, by 1. Neu-Kelte; CC BY-SA 3.0
#MythologyMonday #Celtic: `At the third time, the Wild Women-Goblins of the Blast, who watched the fight, screaming above the slain, swooped down. Into the hands of Luga and young Ere, but late ascended Tara's royal seat, and into the dread hand of dark Curoi […]
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Thus through the hosts from side to side #Cuchulain urged his steeds, and all his way was heaped and piled with dead. Twice seemed it that the victory was his, but at the last, the warriors rallied and held him back.`
Source: Gods and Fighting Men by Lady Gregory - Project Gutenberg eBook
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Illustratedjc, Tain mural - Liath Macha, CC BY-SA 4.0
#MythologyMonday #Celtic: `Cuchulain’s chariot-steeds, like horses god-possessed, trampled their men to death; the fire breathing from their nostrils consumed all who ventured near. Thus through the hosts from side to side #Cuchulain urged his steeds, and all […]
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#MythologyMonday #Celtic: `When #Cuchulain saw his chariot standing ready for him, and Laeg therein awaiting him, and the noble steeds pawing the ground, the phantoms of his brain passed away from him, and his warrior strength and joyousness of mind came back, and he donned his armour with
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Joseph Christian Leyendecker (1874 - 1951), CúChulainn in battle, public domain
#MythologyMonday #Celtic: `When #Cuchulain saw his chariot standing ready for him, and Laeg therein awaiting him, and the noble steeds pawing the ground, the phantoms of his brain passed away from him, and his warrior strength and joyousness of mind came back […]
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D. Murray Smith, CúChulain and Laeg, CC BY-SA 4.0
#MythologyMonday #Celtic: `Gloomily and sadly #Cuchulain sat down, nor would he play or listen to the music of the bards, or hold sweet converse with the women, but all that night, till break of day, he tried and proved his weapons, and his spears and sword he […]
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D. Murray Smith, CúChulain and Laeg, CC BY-SA 4.0
#MythologyMonday #Celtic: `Gloomily and sadly #Cuchulain sat down, nor would he play or listen to the music of the bards, or hold sweet converse with the women, but all that night, till break of day, he tried and proved his weapons, and his spears and sword he polished lovingly, and he sent
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CúChulainn and Emer, cropped from Stephen Reid's artpiece on which there are no known copyright restrictions
#BookologyThursday #Celtic: `For Emer’s sake and theirs #Cuchulain went with her and his friends to the lightsome summer palace, and sat down with the poets and artists and the women-folk to listen to sweet beguiling music and tales of ancient deeds to while away the time.
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CúChulainn and Emer, cropped from Stephen Reid's artpiece on which there are no known copyright restrictions
#BookologyThursday #Celtic: `For Emer’s sake and theirs #Cuchulain went with her and his friends to the lightsome summer palace, and sat down with the poets and artists and the women-folk to listen to sweet beguiling music and tales of ancient deeds to while […]
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CúChulainn and Emer_Stephen Reid, no known copyright restrictions
#BookologyThursday #Celtic: `The friends of #Cuchulain, and Emer, his dear wife, had taken the hero away with them from his own home at Dun Dalgan to a secret glen in Ulster, that is called the Glen of the Deaf, because no sound of war or tumult reached it […]
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Dun Scaith, the Castle of warrior queen Scathach, photo credit 1. Neu-Kelte
#BookologyThursday #Celtic: "Tell me, O Ferdia, how Shadow herself crosses the bridge when she comes to teach you feats," said #Cuchulain. "Only by two leaps can that bridge be crossed," they all reply; "that is, one leap into the very centre of the bridge […]
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Ferdiad, cut out from Leandro Neumann Ciuffo, Desmond Kinney’s mosaic of the Tain (6179099398), CC BY 2.0
#BookologyThursday #Celtic: `Messengers and envoys were sent from Medb and Ailill to Ferdiad. #Ferdiad denied them their will, and dismissed and sent back the messengers, and he went not with them, for he knew wherefore they would have him, to fight and combat […]
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Ferdiad, cut out from Faerdeah Tells His Tale by John P Campbell, public domain
#BookologyThursday #Celtic: `The men of Erin took counsel who would be fit to send to the ford to fight and do battle with #Cuchulain, to drive him off from them at the morning hour early on the morrow.
With one accord they declared that it should be #Ferdiad […]
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Táin Trail, photocredit 1. Neu-Kelte
#BookologyThursday #Celtic: `The four grand provinces of Erin were side by side and against #Cuchulain, from Monday before #Samain-tide to Wednesday after Spring-beginning, and without leave to work harm or vent their rage on the province of Ulster, while yet […]
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Man's head on the Kehlheimer jug, Alcimoennis, photo credit 1. Neu-Kelte
#MythologyMonday #Celtic: `While Nacrantal made his way to the other side of the hill, #Cuchulain came to Laeg, his charioteer. “Smear me a false beard with blackberry juice,” he said. “No warrior of fame will fight with me, because I have no beard.” Laeg took […]
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Fog on Lake Bala, photo credit 1. Neu-Kelte
#MythologyMonday #Celtic: `#Cuchulain parted from Scáth, and turned to go back to Erin, and a magic mist overtook him so that he knew not how he went, or by what road he came to the borders of the white-flecked, green-waved ocean, but he found Manannan’s […]
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#MythologyMonday #Celtic: `Over the whole there hung a mist, heavy and lowering, so that #Cuchulain could not see how far the host extended for the gloom of that heavy mist.
And sounds rose on the air, like the muttering of a demon host, quarrelling and […]
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Fergus mac Róich, cut out from Fergus Speaks His Words of Anger to Maev by John P Campbell, public domain
#MythologyMonday #Celtic: `Late in the evening came Fergus up, looking for Meave to conduct her back to Cruachan. Strange was the sight he saw. In peace and quiet, Meave was taking rest beneath the forest trees; her troops all passed across the ford, save for […]
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Cuchulain,_the_hound_of_Ulster_(1910)_(14566811477), at the time of upload, the image license was automatically confirmed using the Flickr API, public domain
#FairyTaleTuesday #Celtic: `One of Meave`s allies transformed herself into the shape of a black raven, and swooped down and perched above the seat on which #Cuchulain sat. And it seemed to Cuchulain that he heard words, inciting him to go forth.
“Dun Dalgan is […]
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Stephen Reid, Furbaide and Medb, public domain
#BookologyThursday: One evening during the Tain Bo Cuailnge, thinking that all was safe, Meave and her women walked to take the air, she carrying on her shoulders her pet bird and squirrel. They talked together of the wonders that #Cuchulain wrought, and how […]
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D. Murray Smith, CúChulain and Laeg, CC BY-SA 4.0
#WyrdWednesday: `St Patrick sees, at his spell, #Cuchulain, dead some nine hundred years, come forth out of the dark gates of Sheol, high in his chariot, grasping his deadly spear, driven as of old by his well-loved charioteer, drawn by the immortal steeds […]
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#FolkloreSunday: `On one day during an autumn feast #Cuchulain said to Emer, “Whenever birds come again on our plain, the two most beautiful of all I will bring down for you.”
Hardly were the words out of his mouth, than slowly sailing out of the far distance and bearing down towards them, they […]
#FolkloreSunday: `On one day during an autumn feast Emer went to Laeg, #Cuchulain’s charioteer, and said, “Come thou and tell Cuchulain that the women are asking for the birds.” So Laeg spoke to Cuchulain: “The women wish that you should go and hunt the swans for them to-day.”
But Cuchulain […]
#FolkloreSunday: ` One day during an autumn feast, in the calm and quiet evening, #Cuchulain and Emer his wife and a band of the brave men of Ulster who accompanied Cuchulain, and of the gently bred women who were Emer’s companions, were amusing themselves strolling and sitting beside a lake […]
Stephen Reid, Sualtam, The head still went on crying and exhorting (CúChulainn's father Súaltam), public domain
#MythologyMonday: `But Sualtach, father of #Cuchulain, heard of the distressed condition of his son, and well he knew that unless the warriors of Ulster woke from their magic sleep, and gathered to his help, the hero must give way before his foes. Sualtach […]
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CúChulainn; photocredit 1. Neu-Kelte
#MythologyMonday: `If, O Father Lugh, for this one night you would keep watch and ward for me the while I sleep, then could I for a space take peaceful rest.”
“I come for that,” said #Lugh, “from fairy land. Sleep then, O Ulster’s Hound, and by the grave of […]
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Ferdiad, Seaghan Mac Cathmhaoil (John P. Campbell), Faerdeah Tells His Tale by John P Campbell, public domain
#MythologyMonday: `Through the first part of the night, Ferdia slept heavily, being overcome with the liquor he had taken, and the fatigues of the day; but towards the middle of the night, he awoke from his slumber, and remembered the combat on the morrow, and […]
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Blackberries ; photocredit 1. Neu-Kelte
#FolkloreSunday: `While Nacrantal made his way to the other side of the hill, #Cuchulain came to Laeg, his charioteer. “Smear me a false beard with blackberry juice,” he said. “No warrior of fame will fight with me, because I have no beard.” Laeg took the […]
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