There is no Frigate like a Book - Emily Dickinson

Lá Naomh Pádraig shona duit!


St. Patrick's Day



The Titanic - The Death of a Dream

A documentary about the conception, construction and maiden voyage of the Irish built ocean liner, the Titanic!

The Little Irish Fact Book


Irish Stew

A simple recipe on how to make Irish Lamb Stew

Irish Sports

We know that the Irish love Rugby, but this isn't their first passion.  Hurling is the oldest and most popular sport in Ireland, followed by Gaelic Football.  Here are some short videos that give you and idea on how the games are played.



Gaelic Football


Irish dancing is known the world over because of the popularity of Riverdance and Lord of the Dance.  This highly stylized form of show dancing uses mainly the Treble Reel from  traditional Irish dance.  While it is breathtaking to behold, there are many more steps associated with original Irish dancing.  Take a look at the following videos, and explore! Maybe try to dance yourself!


A brief introduction to Irish dancing.


Riverdance - A reel around the sun - live from Geneva


One of Ireland's richest traditions and greatest diversity, music permeates every level of Irish society and culture.  Many famous Irish groups like the Dubliners, Cranberries, the Pogues, Enya, U2, Dropkick Murphy, Ronan Keating, Boyzone, Christy Moore, Mary BlackSinéad O'Connor, Moya Brennan and Flogging Molly are top hits in countries around the world.  If you walk into an Irish pub and the clients aren't singing... GET OUT FAST!

Here is a small sample of some Irish music...


Ireland has had its share of writers, many you have heard of:  Oscar Wilde, James Joyce, Bram Stoker, William Butler Yeats and George Bernard Shaw to name a few.  Below you'll find a small sampling of some of the great works of Ireland...  get a Guinness and get comfortable.

Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray

Click here for The Picture of Dorian Gray

James Joyce - A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

Click here for A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

Bram Stoker - Dracula

 Click here for Dracula


Some Famous Poems by some Ireland's Famous Poets..


Oscar Wilde "The Ballad of Reading Gaol" The final Stanza

 In Reading gaol by Reading town
There is a pit of shame,
And in it lies a wretched man
Eaten by teeth of flame,
In a burning winding-sheet he lies,
And his grave has got no name.

And there, till Christ call forth the dead,
In silence let him lie:
No need to waste the foolish tear,
Or heave the windy sigh:
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.

And all men kill the thing they love,
By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

William Butler Yeats "Broken Dreams"
There is grey in your hair.
Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath
When you are passing;
But perhaps some old gaffer mutters a blessing
Because it was your prayer
Recovered him upon the bed of death.
For your sole sake--that all heart's ache have known,
And given to others all heart's ache,
From meagre girlhood's putting on
Burdensome beauty--for your sole sake
Heaven has put away the stroke of her doom,
So great her portion in that peace you make
By merely walking in a room.

Your beauty can leave among us
Vague memories, nothing but memories.
A young man when the old men are done talking
Will say to an old man, "Tell me of that lady
The poet stubborn with his passion sang us
When age might well have chilled his blood."

Vague memories, nothing but memories,
But in the grave all, all, shall be renewed.
The certainty that I shall see that lady
Leaning or standing or walking
In the first loveliness of womanhood,
And with the fervour of my youthful eyes,
Has set me muttering like a fool.

You are more beautiful than any one
And yet your body had a flaw:
Your small hands were not beautiful,
And I am afraid that you will run
And paddle to the wrist
In that mysterious, always brimming lake
Where those that have obeyed the holy law
Paddle and are perfect; leave unchanged
The hands that I have kissed
For old sake's sake.

The last stroke of midnight dies.
All day in the one chair
From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged
In rambling talk with an image of air:
Vague memories, nothing but memories.