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.

A hungry Gaelic chiefling in Ulster,

Whose blood with the Norseman's rotted in the rain on a heather hill:

These by the world's time were very recent

Forefathers of yours. And you are a maker of verses.

“The power of enchantment is not yet dead, nor banished out of the country yet”

Celine’s writing playfully partakes of the aesthetic of the corpse. Bodies eroding, decaying, at the cusp of death, and a multiplicity of other images flood the reader’s imagination; those fortunate enough to subsist are witnesses to the decay that will soon corrupt and overwhelm them.

The survival of your people is the most foundational moral cause.

MacDonagh and MacBride

And Connolly and Pearse

Now and in time to be,

Wherever green is worn,

Are changed, changed utterly:

A terrible beauty is born.

Ireland’s natural security and economic interests lie in its vast territorial seas. The neglect of these vital interests in previous decades has been a catastrophic strategic blunder for the state as well as a disgrace to the latent potential for this country to achieve great feats.

Desmond Fennell's infamous work 'Uncertain Dawn' attempts to link the dropping of the atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki as the beginning of the end of the West.