Ernest Dowson Quotations

They are not long, the days of wine and roses.

I understand that absinthe makes the tart grow fonder.

And I was desolate and sick of an old passion.

I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion

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

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.

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...

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.

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.

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.

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine...

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.