WB Yeats in 1925, the year of Lily O’Brien’s murder
Poet.
Stalker.
KILLER?
Flo writes:
Just finished reading a recent book about Willie Yeats which casts him in a very different (or perhaps not so different?) light from the heartbroken lover/borderline stalker of Maud Gonne.
“Who Killed Honor Bright? How William B Yeats and George Yeats Caused the Fall of the Irish Free State” explores the unsolved murder of a woman called Lily O’Neill, shot dead near Lamb Doyle’s pub in Dublin in 1925.
Following her death Lily was identified as a prostitute who, under the alias ‘Honor Bright’, worked the Stephen’s Green beat outside the Shelbourne [Hotel]. Garda Superintendent (Leo Dillon and Doctor Pat Purcell were subsequently tried for her murder – but acquitted under mysterious circumstances.
Lily left a young son, Kevin O’Neill. Kevin’s daughter Patricia Hughes (the author of the book), says that her father was the son of WB Yeats, whom her grandmother had met while working as the 1920s equivalent of a lap dancer in an unidentified gentleman’s club in Dublin.
Patricia suggests that Lily was murdered by Superintendent Dillon – but as part of a cover-up by the Irish Free State, who, at the behest of the Yeats family, were trying to stop her association with Yeats becoming public. The subsequent public identification of Lily as a prostitute was apparently an attempt to blacken her in the eyes of the public.
WB disappeared from public life for a number of months after the murder. Records of the police investigation – and the subsequent trial – are still not available although it is now more than 90 years since the murder….
Anyone?
(Getty)






Is Lily O’Brien’s not the chocolates?
I’ll admit to murdering a few of them in my time.
Lol!
Sounds like Ireland today.
SYNTAX ERROR: parsing failed for “WB Yikes” due to unclosed parenthesis and use of a lady who sells chocolates.
Self-published by the person claiming to be Yeats’ granddaughter. Considering there’s no one alive to sue for libel, that tells you all you need to know about the credibility of this story. I mean, even Louis Le Roc found a publisher.
…surely the veracity of Patricia Hughes’ claim to be WB’s granddaughter can be easily verified in this age of DNA?
+1
Sounds like a load of grade A cobbler’s awls to me.
+1
If he did it he would’ve at least penned a poem about it.
they’ll be dredging ‘the lake isle of innisfree’ for corpses yet.
You can’t really dredge an isle though, can you?
…you can if you have a licence..
In any case he was a creep who totally stalked a lady and then married her daughter.
*Tried to marry her daughter. Still creepy though.
T’was the Butler what done it.
I will arise and go get me coat now.
I MADE my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world’s eyes
As though they’d wrought it.
Song, let them take it,
For there’s more enterprise
In walking naked.
William Butler Yeats
Poetry. Last century’s hip hop.
I think you’ll find that last century’s hip hop was hip hop.
had I the heavens embroidered cloth
I would have snuffed that ho
no diggity
Why is there a picture of Ian Dempsey?
Flo has read a book from last year.
Flo tells Broadsheet she has read the book.
Broadsheet publishes a post to tell its readers that Flo read the book.
Go Flo, go.
This is how this site works now? Jesus.
Thanks LiamZero. because it’s his 150th birthday. Sorry.
and then it will get a big clap on Primetime. … Yeats is turning in his grave at the great nation we have become…
THAT website. My eyes feel itchy after trying to look at it.
Lily O’Neill, not Lily O’Brien as in caption.
DNA test on the Yeats Decendents and Patricia Hughes would tell a story
The 1925 murder of Honor Bright and subsequent trial of pillars of society
are worthy of a fresh look and indeed a release of all the State Records…was it
a Free State Scandal at the time, indeed the period from 1922 to 1932….the
Cosgrave Era needs delving into, dont expect Dublin history acdemics to look
too deep, if at all.
Shouldn’t you be getting ready for the tour, Jim?