Prejudice, which sees what it pleases, cannot see what is plain. — Aubrey Thomas de Vere Copy Share Image
Count each affliction, whether light or grave, God's messenger sent down to thee. — Aubrey Thomas de Vere Copy Share Image
Prejudice, which sees what it pleases, cannot see what is plain. — Aubrey Thomas de Vere Copy Share Image
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… — Aubrey Thomas de Vere Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
