Ernest Dowson
Ernest Dowson
Ernest Christopher Dowsonwas an English poet, novelist, and short-story writer, often associated with the Decadent movement...
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth2 August 1867
english-poet sick
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion.
dream fall home
Pale amber sunlight falls across The reddening October trees.... Are we not better and at home In dreamful Autumn, we who deem No harvest joy is worth a dream? A little while and night shall come, A little while, then, let us dream...
wine rose long
They are not long, the days of wine and roses.
fall wine night
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine, But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire, Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine.
fashion wine passion
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
death dream flower
They are not long, the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream, our path emerges for a while, then closes, within a dream.
wine stronger cried
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine...
laughter hate thinking
They are not long, the weeping and the laughter. Love and desire and hate; I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate.
absinthe grows tarts
I understand that absinthe makes the tart grow fonder.
faithful fashion
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion
days dream emerges path wine within
They are not, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream, Our path emerges for a while, then closes, Within a dream
desire love pass portion weeping
They are not long, the weeping and the laughter, / Love and desire and hate: / I think they have no portion in us after / We pass the gate.