Aubrey Thomas de Vere

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

Quotes

• 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.
  • "The Sisters; or, Weal in Woe: An Irish Tale" in The Sisters, Inisfail, and Other Poems (1861), pp. 3-42.

• 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.