Quotes from Ernest Dowson

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine.

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

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...

Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mineThere fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shedUpon 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 weeping and the laughter,Love and desire and hate:I think they have no portion in us afterWe pass the gate.They are not long, the days of wine and roses;Out of a misty dreamOur path emerges for a while, then closesWithin a 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.

I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng.

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.

And I was desolate and sick of an old passion.

I understand that absinthe makes the tart grow fonder.

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.