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Manx Fairy Tales
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- Nombre de pages200
- FormatePub
- ISBN978-605-7876-18-8
- EAN9786057876188
- Date de parution24/11/2024
- Protection num.Digital Watermarking
- Taille1 Mo
- Infos supplémentairesepub
- ÉditeurE-Kitap Projesi & Cheapest Boo
Résumé
Under the Irish Sea, fifteen or sixteen miles south-west of the Calf, there is an enchanted isle. Long, long ago it was on the surface of the water - that was in the days when Manannan ruled Mann - but when Saint Patrick drove Manannan and his men from the island in the form of three-legged creatures, they came upon this isle. Manannan dropped it to the bottom of the sea, and they were seen no more.
Now it is home of Manannan Mac Lir, Son of the Sea, and he rules it as he used to rule Mann.
But once in seven years, when Old May Day is on a Sunday, the isle may be seen. It rises up from the sea just before sunrise, like a beautiful vision, and Manannan looks once more at Ellan Vannin. The hills of the enchanted isle are green, white foam rings it round, and if you are near enough you may see the tossing arms and golden hair of the Mermaids by the water's edge washing their glittering jewels, and hear the singing birds, and smell the fragrant scent of flowers.
But as the first rays of the sun rest upon its highest hills, it sinks into the deep, deep sea. There is at least one spot in the world where Fairies are still believed in, and where, if you look in the right places, they may still be found, and that is the little island from which these stories come-Ellan Vannin, the Isle of Mann. But I have used a word which should not be mentioned here-they are never called Fairies by the Manx, but Themselves, or the Little People, or the Little Fellows, or the Little Ones, or sometimes even the Lil' Boys.
These Little People are not the tiny creatures with wings who flutter about in many English Fairy tales, but they are small persons from two to three feet in height, otherwise very like mortals.
But once in seven years, when Old May Day is on a Sunday, the isle may be seen. It rises up from the sea just before sunrise, like a beautiful vision, and Manannan looks once more at Ellan Vannin. The hills of the enchanted isle are green, white foam rings it round, and if you are near enough you may see the tossing arms and golden hair of the Mermaids by the water's edge washing their glittering jewels, and hear the singing birds, and smell the fragrant scent of flowers.
But as the first rays of the sun rest upon its highest hills, it sinks into the deep, deep sea. There is at least one spot in the world where Fairies are still believed in, and where, if you look in the right places, they may still be found, and that is the little island from which these stories come-Ellan Vannin, the Isle of Mann. But I have used a word which should not be mentioned here-they are never called Fairies by the Manx, but Themselves, or the Little People, or the Little Fellows, or the Little Ones, or sometimes even the Lil' Boys.
These Little People are not the tiny creatures with wings who flutter about in many English Fairy tales, but they are small persons from two to three feet in height, otherwise very like mortals.
