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Quotes by Aubrey Thos. de Vere
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.— filed under Love
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.— filed under Sleep
no More. Passion Flower. Passiflora. Art thou a type of beauty, or of power, Of sweet enjoyment, or disastrous sin? For each thy name denoteth, Passion flower! O no! thy pure corolla's depth within We trace a holier symbol; yea, a sign 'Twixt God and man; a record of that hour When the expiatory act divine Cancelled that curse which was our mortal dower. It is the Cross!— filed under Flowers-Pansy
Dialogue II. Man should be ever better than he seems. и.— filed under Gossip
There is no remedy for time misspent; No healing for the waste of idleness, Whose very languor is a punishment Heavier than active souls can feel or guess.— filed under Ignorance
How blue were Ariadne's eyes When, from the sea's horizon line, At eve, she raised them on the skies! My Psyche, bluer far are thine.— filed under Face
O Love-star of the unbeloved March, When cold and shrill, Forth flows beneath a low, dim-lighted arch The wind that beats sharp crag and barren hill, And keeps unfilmed the lately torpid rill!— filed under Flowers-Daffodil
Memory, in widow's weeds, with naked feet stands on a tombstone.— filed under Memory