Balder Ex-Libris - Renan ErnestReview of books rare and missing2024-03-16T01:56:42+00:00urn:md5:aa728a70505b2fae05796923271581c2DotclearRenan Ernest - Poetry of the Celtic racesurn:md5:66b59037a0d878ee81ed7f24215089372017-01-11T22:12:00+00:002017-01-11T22:17:50+00:00balderRenan ErnestAmericaCeltesNovelPoemRaces <p><img src="https://balderexlibris.com/public/img3/Renan_Ernest_-_Poetry_of_the_Celtic_races.jpg" alt="" /><br />
Author : <strong>Renan Ernest</strong><br />
Title : <strong>Poetry of the Celtic races</strong><br />
Year : 1896<br />
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Introduction. Every one who travels through the Armorican peninsula experiences a change of the most abrupt description, as soon as he leaves behind the district most closely bordering upon the continent, in which the cheerful but commonplace type of face of Normandy and Maine is continually in evidence, and passes into the true Brittany, that which merits its name by language and race. A cold wind arises full of a vague sadness, and carries the soul to other thoughts; the tree-tops are bare and twisted; the heath with its monotony of tint stretches away into the distance; at every step the granite protrudes from a soil too scanty to cover it; a sea that is almost always sombre girdles the horizon with eternal moaning. The same contrast is manifest in the people: to Norman vulgarity, to a plump and prosperous population, happy to live, full of its own interests, egoistical as are all these who make a habit of enjoyment, succeeds a timid and reserved race living altogether within itself, heavy in appearance but capable of profound feeling, and of an adorable delicacy in its religious instincts. A like change is apparent, I am told, in passing from England into Wales, from the Lowlands of Scotland, English by language and manners, into the Gaelic Highlands; and too, though with a perceptible difference, when one buries oneself in the districts of Ireland where the race has remained pure from all admixture of alien blood. <strong>...</strong></p>