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Welsh Traditions and Superstitions - A Historical Article on the Mythology of Wales
Welsh Traditions and Superstitions - A Historical Article on the Mythology of Wales
Welsh Traditions and Superstitions - A Historical Article on the Mythology of Wales
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A classic volume of ancient Welsh myths and folk tales.

First published in 1893, this collection of traditional Welsh folklore and mythology illustrates ancient Welsh superstition and belief. The perfect read for those wishing to extend their knowledge of British legends.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateSep 6, 2016
ISBN9781473356405
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    Welsh Traditions and Superstitions - A Historical Article on the Mythology of Wales - Marie Trevelyan

    WELSH TRADITIONS AND SUPERSTITONS.

    VILLEMARQUÉ, the enthusiastic authority on Breton lore, says:—It is related that St. Patrick, wishing to know the history of Ireland, went to consult a good old wife, who had seen several generations pass. She had, in spite of her years, an eye still quick, a springing foot, a fine ear, a fresh voice, simple speech, an ingenious and inexhaustible memory, and a heart of fire under the snows of her white hair. The people loved her, followed her, believed in the truth of her tales, and listened to her with admiration. A Welsh shepherd of the Valley of Myvyr met her also wandering in the mountains of the North of Wales. Walter Scott tells us he followed her along the Scottish border. For myself, I have seen her more than once seated at the fire of a Breton peasant—her eye as quick, her ear as fine, her voice as fresh, her heart as warm as in St. Patrick’s day. To whoever asked her name, she replied, I am Celtic Tradition."

    As of old, in Wales, by the firesides in rural neighbourhoods, where swift-footed progress has not yet ventured, among the humble and primitive-living peasantry, dwelling in the lonely glens, under the gloomy mountains, and beside the desolate shores, the traditions and superstitions of the land are as full of vitality as ever.

    Wherever a mysterious cromlech appears, or a half-broken circle of stones is seen, or the last few oaks of an ancient grove remain, there too, in imagination, may be heard whispering voices, that ceaselessly murmur strange and awe-inspiring secrets, handed down from the hoary ages, when the Druids were a power in the land.

    Standing beside Arthur’s Stone, when the dim land of Gower is purple with autumn mists and vapours, and the ancient memorial of bygone ages is lighted by the weird red glow of the low-burning sunset, it seems as though some unseen power holds one spell-bound to the spot.

    Lingering in the cold and pallid moonlight, where the Rocking Stone of Pontypridd looks grey and ghostly under the heavens, it seems as though at any moment a white-robed Druid may beckon one back into the pathless distance of the past.

    Pausing to see the great and ancient cromlech at Duffryn near Cardiff, when the scarlet berries of autumn fill the brambles in the thicket around it; or while wandering among the druidical stones of St. Lythan’s, and under Cotterell, near St. Nicholas, Glamorganshire, when wintry winds whistle through the bare branches, it appears as though the spirits of the past stretch forth their hands to greet the dreamer of to-day.

    Whenever an old woman is seen knitting, and crooning over the past in the twilight, when the glowing embers illuminate the cottage home, or lonely farmhouse kitchen; or whenever an aged man is seen resting awhile in the fireside corner of the worm-eaten oaken settle, of them will be heard the traditions and superstitions of Wales.

    Presently, when the stars appear in the purple skies, these aged folk will point out one of the constellations as Telyn Arthur, Arthur’s Harp, the Lesser Bear as Arthur’s Plough, and Orion’s Belt as Arthur’s Yards.

    Towering regally above all others in the traditionary lore

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