Ernest Dowson Quotes

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O pray the earth enfold
Our life-sick hearts and turn them into dust.

Ernest Dowson
I understand that absinthe makes the tart grow fonder.

Ernest Dowson
I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses, riotously, with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind.

Ernest Dowson
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

Ernest Dowson
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.

Ernest Dowson
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. 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.

Ernest Dowson
For Lord I was free of all Thy flowers, but I
chose the world's sad roses,
And that is why my feet are torn and mine eyes
are blind with sweat.

Ernest Dowson
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.

Ernest Dowson