Quotes by : Ernest Dowson

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

I was not sorrowful, but only tiredOf everything that ever I desired.

Ah, Lalage! while life is ours, Hoard not thy beauty rose and white, But pluck the pretty fleeing flowers....

AUTUMNAL Pale amber sunlight falls across The reddening October trees, That hardly sway before a breeze....

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:Out of a misty dreamOur path emerges for awhile, then closesWithin....

When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and....

You ask my love completest,As strong next year as now,The devil take you, sweetest,Ere I make aught such....