Aubrey Thomas de Vere

Irish poet and critic

Aubrey Thomas de Vere (10 January 1814 – 20 January 1902) was an Irish poet and critic. He was the son of poet Sir Aubrey de Vere, 2nd Baronet.

Aubrey Thomas de Vere

QuotesEdit

  • Look up! the proof is round you written large;
    Your Faith is in the balance wanting found;
    Your shipless seas confess it; bridgeless streams;
    Your wasted wealth of ore, and moor, and bay.
    Beneath the Upas shade of Faith depraved
    All things lie dead -- wealth, comfort, freedom, power.
  • Softly, O midnight hours!
    Move softly o'er the bowers
    Where lies in happy sleep a girl so fair:
    For ye have power, men say,
    Our hearts in sleep to sway
    And cage cold fancies in a moonlight snare.
    • Song. Softly, O Midnight Hours; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 721.
  • The warrior for the True, the Right,
    Fights in Love's name;
    The love that lures thee from that fight
    Lures thee to shame:
    That love which lifts the heart, yet leaves
    The spirit free,—
    That love, or none, is fit for one
    Man-shaped like thee.
    • Miscellaneous Poems, Song; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 484.
  • When I was young, I said to Sorrow,
    "Come and I will play with thee!"
    He is near me now all day,
    And at night returns to say,
    "I will come again to-morrow—
    I will come and stay with thee."
    • Song, When I was Young I said to Sorrow; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 736.

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