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

- Aubrey Thomas De Vere

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

- Aubrey Thomas De Vere

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

- Aubrey Thomas 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 t…

- Aubrey Thomas De Vere