Roche stepped out of a bohreen with a sword in his hand and said, “I defy any two men single handed and no person will dare pass.”

In Ireland every poet we honour has dedicated his genius to his country without gain, and has given without stint, without any miserly withholding of his gift when his nation was in dark and evil days.

Feeney established a tradition of cinematic poetry, steeped in Irish race-memory, which his ancestral homeland ought to have embraced.

Bambie Thug’s performance only indicates that she may be more comfortable in a psych ward than on international television

“Europe, the continent that once held the world in its palms, now seems content to be a junior actor in American geopolitical endeavours.”

The next chapter of the EU story may stretch from the Donegal foothills to the borderpasses of Azerbaijan by decade’s end should Eurocrats pull off this wave of expansion

Immigrants have been recorded as leaning toward a pro-British position on a United Ireland when polled. Why would they care for a centuries old blood-feud?

My Irish isn’t clean, my grammar doesn’t gleam
In this soft light, but I still like
It’s punctuality, musicality, the spirituality with which we once spoke
My mother’s tongue was cut from my throat

"That", says Father Lyng to him, "is the headless coach and the devil driving it".

Ireland hasn’t been the same since the Dublin riots.

All has changed, changed utterly since that fateful night.

But has a terrible beauty been born?

If James Connolly wanted the earth, Viktor Orbán’s aims are more modest - eclipsing Brussels’s insidious influence will suffice.

On nations fixed in right and truth,
God would bestow eternal youth.

The Belle Époque was the last point in time where all peoples of the world worshipped the customs and traditions of their ancestors

I have read in ancient annals of a race of gallant men
Who fear’d neither Dane nor Devil; but it is long since then —
And "cowardice is virtue,'' so runs the modern creed

He wasn’t let into heaven and he wasn’t let into hell, so he is now travelling around the world with his wisp of straw, and that is the person we call ‘Will-o-the-Wisp’.

A day may come to witness an Irish Westminster, an Irish Pantheon, but it will not more reflect the hallowed memory of the dead than at present dwells in our hearts.

This article serves the purpose of a much-needed reality check: to leave the EU would be a catastrophic geopolitical blunder, notwithstanding the economic consequences of such actions.

MEON has the honour of presenting perhaps the first translation of ‘The Exile of the Sons of Uisliu’ into Spanish from Old Irish.

The times has arrived for us to create a school of strategic thinking. What are Ireland’s interests, and how do we go about securing them?

Looking at Fine Gael across its near century-old existence—from counter revolutionary tendencies to facilitating near-open borders—what remains consistent is their representation of those with ‘a stake in the game’, or, to be less abstract, the property and business-owning class.