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Brigid : BrigitIn Celtic mythology, Brigid ("goddess who exults herself") was the daughter of Dagda and wife of Bres.Brigid was known by many names, but all the different divinities were three-aspected goddesses.
By Tuireann, she was the mother of Creidhne, Luchtaine and Giobhniu. Brigid possessed an apple orchard in the Otherworld; bees traveled there to obtain magical nectar. This orchard was associated with Avalon. The Lady of the Lake in Arthurian Legend may be based on Brigid. Brigid was the goddess of the Sacred Flame of Kildare[?]. After the Christianization of the Celts, Brigid was considered the foster mother of Jesus Christ and was often called St. Brigid[?], daughter of the druid, Dougal the Brown[?]. Some sources suggest that Saint Brigid was an Irish Catholic bishop. On February 1, Brigid was celebrated at Imbolc, when she brought spring to the land. It is now the feast day[?] of the Catholic St. Brigid. Brigid was the patron goddess of the druids. Names: They bade adieu with nod and bow,
And dropped in the crystal deep below.
XXIV.
A moment staied the fairy.html">fairy there;
Then spread his wings.html">wings of gilded blue,
As ever ye saw.html">saw a bubble rise,
till.html">Till lessening far through ether driven,
As, at the glimpse of morning pale,
And gleams with blendings soft and bright.html">bright.html">bright,
So rose from earth the lovely Fay -
The cricket has called the second hour,
To kiss the streaking of the skies -
Thou'lt need it ere the night be gone.
XXV.
He put his acorn helmet on;
The corslet plate that guarded his breast
His cloak, of a thousand mingled dyes,
His shield was the shell of a lady-bug queen,
And the quivering lance which he brandished bright,
Swift he bestrode his fire.html">fire-fly steed;
He drove his spurs of the cockle seed,
To skim the heavens and follow far
Crept under the leaf, and hid her there;
The prowling gnat fled fast.html">fast away,
And folded his wings till the Fay was gone,
And fell on the ground as if he were dead;
They quaked all o'er with awe and fear,
And writhed at the prick of the elfin spear;
When the sky was clear and the moon was bright,
By the yelp and bay of the fairy hound;
They had heard of twang of the maize-silk string,
And the nettle-shaft through the air was borne,
And now they deemed the courier ouphe,
And they watched till they saw him mount the roof
Then glad they left their covert lair,
His path the fire-fly courser bent,
He flung a glittering spark behind;
Till the first light cloud in heaven is past,
And a drizzly mist is round him cast,
He shivers with cold, but he urges fast,
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