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| View Poll Results: What is your meta-ethnicity? | |||
| Germanic |
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61 | 35.47% |
| Celtic |
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34 | 19.77% |
| Romance |
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46 | 26.74% |
| Slavic |
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48 | 27.91% |
| Finno-Ugric |
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14 | 8.14% |
| Baltic |
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5 | 2.91% |
| Hellenic |
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9 | 5.23% |
| Other (please specify) |
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18 | 10.47% |
| Multiple Choice Poll. Voters: 172. You may not vote on this poll | |||
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Learn how to read: On Europe, however, language almost always correlate with the predominant ethnicity.
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The traditions of the Irish people are the oldest of any race in Europe north and west of the Alps, and they themselves are the longest settled on their own soil - Edmund Curtis (A History of Ireland: From Earliest Times to 1922) The Irish are one of the most ancient nations that I know of at this end of the world, and are from as mighty a race as the world ever brought forth. For it is certain that Ireland hath had the use of letters very anciently and long before England; that they had letters anciently is nothing doubtful, for the Saxons of England are said to have their letters and learning, and learned men, from the Irish. - Edmund Spenser (writer, and British Government Official in Ireland, AD 1596). The renaissance began in Ireland seven hundred years before it was known in Italy. And Armagh, the ecclesiastical capital of Ireland, was at one time the metropolis of civilisation. - Arsene Darmesteter, Professor of Old French and Literature Ireland can indeed lay claim to a great past; she can not only boast of having been the birthplace and abode of high culture in the fifth and sixth centuries . . . but also of having made strenous efforts in the seventh and up to the tenth century to spread her learning among the German and Romance peoples, thus forming the actual fountain of our present continental civilisation. - Heinrich Zimmer, Professor of Celtic and Sanskrit, Member of the Prussian Academy of Sciences |
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The traditions of the Irish people are the oldest of any race in Europe north and west of the Alps, and they themselves are the longest settled on their own soil - Edmund Curtis (A History of Ireland: From Earliest Times to 1922) The Irish are one of the most ancient nations that I know of at this end of the world, and are from as mighty a race as the world ever brought forth. For it is certain that Ireland hath had the use of letters very anciently and long before England; that they had letters anciently is nothing doubtful, for the Saxons of England are said to have their letters and learning, and learned men, from the Irish. - Edmund Spenser (writer, and British Government Official in Ireland, AD 1596). The renaissance began in Ireland seven hundred years before it was known in Italy. And Armagh, the ecclesiastical capital of Ireland, was at one time the metropolis of civilisation. - Arsene Darmesteter, Professor of Old French and Literature Ireland can indeed lay claim to a great past; she can not only boast of having been the birthplace and abode of high culture in the fifth and sixth centuries . . . but also of having made strenous efforts in the seventh and up to the tenth century to spread her learning among the German and Romance peoples, thus forming the actual fountain of our present continental civilisation. - Heinrich Zimmer, Professor of Celtic and Sanskrit, Member of the Prussian Academy of Sciences |
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'Dardanidae duri, quae uos a stirpe parentum prima tulit tellus, eadem uos ubere laeto
accipiet reduces. Antiquam exquirite matrem: hic domus Aeneae cunctis dominabitur oris, et nati natorum, et qui nascentur ab illis.' We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. –Plato– |
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Ibero!
El Dios Ibero Igual que el ballestero tahúr de la cantiga, tuviera una saeta el hombre ibero para el Señor que apedreó la espiga y malogró los frutos otoñales, y un "gloria a ti" para el Señor que grana centenos y trigales que el pan bendito le darán mañana. «Señor de la ruïna, adoro porque aguardo y porque temo: con mi oración se inclina hacia la tierra un corazón blasfemo. »¡Señor, por quien arranco el pan con pena, sé tu poder, conozco mi cadena! »¡Oh dueño de la nube del estío que la campiña arrasa, del seco otoño, del helar tardío, y del bochorno que la mies abrasa! »¡Señor del iris, sobre el campo verde donde la oveja pace, Señor del fruto que el gusano muerde y de la choza que el turbión deshace, »tu soplo el fuego del hogar aviva, tu lumbre da sazón al rubio grano, y cuaja el hueso de la verde oliva, la noche de San Juan, tu santa mano! »¡Oh dueño de fortuna y de pobreza, ventura y malandanza, que al rico das favores y pereza y al pobre su fatiga y su esperanza! »¡Señor, Señor: en la voltaria rueda del año he visto mi simiente echada, corriendo igual albur que la moneda del jugador en el azar sembrada! »¡Señor, hoy paternal, ayer cruento, con doble faz de amor y de venganza, a ti, en un dado de tahúr al viento va mi oración, blasfemia y alabanza!» Este que insulta a Dios en los altares, no más atento al ceño del destino, también soñó caminos en los mares y dijo: es Dios sobre la mar camino. ¿No es él quien puso a Dios sobre la guerra más allá de la suerte, más allá de la tierra, más allá de la mar y de la muerte? ¿No dio la encina ibera para el fuego de Dios la buena rama, que fue en la santa hoguera de amor una con Dios en pura llama? Mas hoy... ¡Qué importa un día! Para los nuevos lares estepas hay en la floresta umbría, leña verde en los viejos encinares. Aún larga patria espera abrir al corvo arado sus besanas; para el grano de Dios hay sementera bajo cardos y abrojos y bardanas. ¡Qué importa un día! Está el ayer alerto al mañana, mañana al infinito, hombres de España, ni el pasado ha muerto, no está el mañana ?ni el ayer? escrito. ¿Quién ha visto la faz al Dios hispano? Mi corazón aguarda al hombre ibero de la recia mano, que tallará en el roble castellano el Dios adusto de la tierra parda. |