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.

- Ernest Dowson

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 wort…

- Ernest Dowson

I understand that absinthe makes the tart grow fonder.

- 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 w…

- Ernest Dowson

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine.

- Ernest Dowson

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

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

- 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 th…

- Ernest Dowson