The Ancient Game Of Hurling In The IT Age

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The ancient heroes of Ireland couldn’t have imagined a game of hurling without the mortal risk that comes with it. Well smartphones have changed all that, and now the only risk hurling sports fans need face is a blister on their swipe finger from over playing this cool GPA Hurling app (by publisher Zoodazzle).

Download the Official GPA Hurling for iOS and Android


Your score contributes to your chosen team’s overall score. Who will win between Cork and Waterford in this digital pre-Allianz League final? You Decide!

Download the Official GPA Hurling for iOS and Android


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Easter, 1916 – W. B. Yeats


Easter, 1916

I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done
Of a mocking tale or a gibe
easter-1916To please a companion
Around the fire at the club,
Being certain that they and I
But lived where motley is worn:
All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

That woman’s days were spent
In ignorant good-will,
Her nights in argument
Until her voice grew shrill.
What voice more sweet than hers
When, young and beautiful,
She rode to harriers?
w.b.yeatsThis man had kept a school
And rode our wingèd horse;
This other his helper and friend
Was coming into his force;
He might have won fame in the end,
So sensitive his nature seemed,
So daring and sweet his thought.
This other man I had dreamed
A drunken, vainglorious lout.
He had done most bitter wrong
To some who are near my heart,
Yet I number him in the song;
He, too, has resigned his part
In the casual comedy;
He, too, has been changed in his turn,
Transformed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

constance-markieviczHearts with one purpose alone
Through summer and winter seem
Enchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream.
The horse that comes from the road,
The rider, the birds that range
From cloud to tumbling cloud,
Minute by minute they change;
A shadow of cloud on the stream
Changes minute by minute;
A horse-hoof slides on the brim,
And a horse plashes within it;
The long-legged moor-hens dive,
And hens to moor-cocks call;
Minute by minute they live:
The stone’s in the midst of all.

Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven’s part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse—
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.

“Easter 1916″ by W.B. Yeats (read by Tom O’Bedlam)

Yeats Easter 1916 Lecture

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The Truth About Irish Family Tartan’s Revealed



Irish Coats of Arms

Another informative video from Mike OLaughlin. In this video he dispels the myth of the Irish originating their own family tartan’s.

Check it out.



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Top Tips For Irish Family Researchers


How to Recognize Irish Family Names


“How can an Irish man spell his name? Anyway he wanted to!”

Have you ever wondered why so many Irish surnames are spelled differently? This video will help you understand Irish surnames, different spellings and other tips for your Irish heritage research.

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