Aubrey Thomas de Vere

thumb|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 depravedAll 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 bowersWhere lies in happy sleep a girl so fair: For ye have power, men say, Our hearts in sleep to swayAnd 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. External links Category:1814 births Category:1902 deaths Category:Poets from Ireland Category:Literary critics