Aubrey Thomas de Vere Quotes

Count each affliction, whether light or grave, God's messenger sent down to thee.

Prejudice, which sees what it pleases, cannot see what is plain.

In holy music's golden speech Remotest notes to notes respond: Each octave is a world; yet each Vibrates to worlds beyond its own.

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.