Top 6 Aubrey De Vere Quotes

Irish poet

Sir Aubrey (Hunt) de Vere, 2nd Baronet (28 August 1788 – 5 July 1846) was an Anglo-Irish poet and landowner. He was the father of poet Aubrey Thomas de Vere.

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Alternative Names: Aubrey Vere Hunt • Sir Aubrey de Vere, 2nd Baronet • Sir Aubrey de Vere • Sir Aubrey (Hunt) de Vere, 2nd Baronet • De Vere, Aubrey

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Man should be ever better than he seems.

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.

Memory, in widow's weeds, with naked feet stands on a tombstone.

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.

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!

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!