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.

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.

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.
 * The warrior for the True, the Right,
 * 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.