Aubrey Thomas de Vere
Aubrey Thomas de Vere Poems
- The 'Washing Of The Feet,' On ...
- Sorrow Count each affliction, whether light or grave, ...
- Roisin Dubh O WHO are thou with that queenly brow And ...
- Love's Spite You take a town you cannot keep; And, forced in...
- Human Life Sad is our youth, for it is ever going, Crumbling...
- The Three Woes THAT angel whose charge was Eiré sang thus, ...
- Evening Melody O that the pines which crown yon steep Their ...
an Irish poet and critic.
He was born at Curraghchase_Forest_Park, Kilcornan, County Limerick, the third son of Sir Aubrey de Vere Hunt (1788–1846) and younger brother to Stephen De Vere. In 1832 his father dropped the final name by royal licence. Sir Aubrey was himself a poet. Wordsworth called his sonnets the most perfect of the age. These and his drama, Mary Tudor, were published by his son in 1875 and 1884. Aubrey Thomas was educated at Trinity College, Dublin, and in his twenty-eighth year published The Waldenses, which he followed up in the next year by The Search after Proserpine. Thenceforward he was continually engaged, till his death in 1902, in the production of poetry ... more »
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The 'Washing Of The Feet,' On Holy Thursday, In St. Peter's
Once more the temple-gates lie open wide:
Onward, once more,
Advance the Faithful, mounting like a tide
That climbs the shore.
What seek they? Blank the altars stand today,
As tombstones bare:
Christ of his raiment was despoiled; and they
His livery wear.
Today the puissant and the proud have heard
The 'mandate new':
That which He did, their Master and their Lord,
They also do.
Today the mitred foreheads, and the crowned,
In meekness bend:
New tasks today the sceptred hands have found;