#Celtic #MythologyMonday: After enjoying life with #Niamh for 3 years, #Oisin returned to #Ireland. When his white horse shied away, he fell to the ground. In a matter of seconds he became old. The poet had been gone for 300 years. The place he returned to was the same but not the same as it was.
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After enjoying life with #Niamh for 3 years, #Oisin returned to #Ireland. When his white horse shied away, he fell to the ground. In a matter of seconds he became old. The poet had been gone for 300 years. The place he returned to was the same but not the same as it was.
Source: P. Monaghan `Encyclopedia of #Celtic #Mythology and #Folklore`

#Niamh, Princess of the Golden Hair, had fallen in love with the poet #Oisin, who was overtaken on first sight with desire for this lovely woman from the #Otherworld. The beauty with the shining eyes pulled him onto her fine white horse with golden reins. Without a look back #Oisin went over seas and plains and mountains far beyond #Ireland to the Land of Pleasure.
Source: P. Monaghan `Encyclopedia of #Celtic #Mythology and #Folklore`
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nFcXcPldzY
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These words of #Niamh of the Golden Hair sparked in Oisin a irresistible craving to live with her in the #Otherworld:
“Delightful is the land beyond all dreams,
Fairer than aught thine eyes have ever seen.
There all the year the fruit is on the tree,
And all the year the bloom is on the flower.

There with wild honey drip the forest trees;
The stores of wine and mead shall never fail.
Nor pain nor sickness knows the dweller there,
Death and decay come near him never more.

The feast shall cloy not, nor the chase shall tire,
Nor music cease for ever through the hall;
The gold and jewels of the Land of Youth
Outshine all splendours ever dreamed by man.

Thou shalt have horses of the fairy breed,
Thou shalt have hounds that can outrun the wind;
A hundred chiefs shall follow thee in war,
A hundred maidens sing thee to thy sleep.

A crown of sovranty thy brow shall wear,
And by thy side a magic blade shall hang,
And thou shalt be lord of all the Land of Youth,
And lord of Niam of the Head of Gold.”

Source: Dru Magus „#Myths and #legends of the #Celtic race“
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Oisín, a human hero, & Niamh, a princess of #TírnanÓg, the pair meet when Niamh is visiting Ireland. Smitten, she brings him back …
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#Niamh, Princess of the Golden Hair, had fallen in love with #Oisin, who was overtaken on first sight with desire for this lovely woman from the #Otherworld. The beauty with the shining eyes pulled him onto her fine white horse with golden reins. Without a look back #Oisin went over seas and plains and mountains far out to sea on a magical island, Tir Tairngiri (“land of promise”). ´There they lived in a swoon of happiness made even more blissful by the birth of their daughter Plur na Mban (“flower of womanhood”). `
Source: P. Monaghan `Encyclopedia of #Celtic #Mythology and #Folklore`
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Oisín, a human hero, & Niamh, a princess of #TírnanÓg, the pair meet when Niamh is visiting Ireland. Smitten, she brings him back to h…
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Celtic #WyrdWednesday: After enjoying life with #Niamh for 3 years, #Oisin returned to #Ireland. When his white horse shied away, he fell to the ground. In a matter of seconds he became old. The poet had been gone for 300 years.
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Oisin (pronounced Ush-een, meaning 'fawn') was considered the greatest poet of Ireland. Son of warrior Finn MacCool and Sadhbh (who was cursed to live as a deer), he was a demigod who …
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After enjoying life with #Niamh for 3 years in the #Celtic #Otherworld, #Oisin returned to #Ireland. When his white horse shied away, he fell to the ground. In a matter of seconds he became old. The poet had been gone for 300 years.
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Oisin (pronounced Ush-een, meaning 'fawn') was considered the greatest poet of Ireland. Son of warrior Finn MacCool and Sadhbh (who was cursed to live as a deer), he was a demigod who traveled to Tir na nÓg with Niamh of the Golden Hair and stayed for 300 years! #MythologyMonday

After enjoying life with #Niamh for 3 years, #Oisin returned to #Ireland. When his white horse shied away, he fell to the ground. In a matter of seconds he became old. The poet had been gone for 300 years. The place he returned to was the same but not the same as it was.

#Celtic Wednesday: #Niamh, Princess of the Golden Hair, had fallen in love with #Oisin, who was overtaken on first sight with desire for this lovely woman from the #Otherworld. The beauty with the shining eyes pulled him onto her fine white horse with golden reins. Without a look back #Oisin went over seas and plains and mountains far beyond #Ireland to the Land of Pleasure.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nFcXcPldzY

#Oisin, `the little fawn`, was found as a naked boy of about seven by his father, #FinnMacCool, on the old magic mountain #BenBulbin. He became a warrior-poet of the #Fianna, living 300 years in the land of eternal youth #TírNanÓg.
#Niamh, Princess of the Golden Hair, had fallen in love with #Oisin, who was overtaken on first sight with desire for this lovely woman from the #Otherworld. The beauty with the shining eyes pulled him onto her fine white horse with golden reins. Without a look back #Oisin went over seas and plains and mountains far beyond #Ireland to the Land of Pleasure.
After enjoying life with #Niamh for 3 years, #Oisin returned to #Ireland. When his white horse shied away, he fell to the ground. In a matter of seconds he became old. The poet had been gone for 300 years. The place he returned to was the same but not the same.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nFcXcPldzY