Category Archives: Dowson Ernest

Villanelle of the Poet’s Road by Ernest Dowson

Wine and woman and song, Three things garnish our way: Yet is day over long. Lest we do our youth wrong, Gather them while we may: Wine and woman and song. Three things render us strong, Vine leaves, kisses and … Continue reading

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Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam by Ernest Dowson

The brief sum of life forbids us the hope of enduring long – Horace 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 … Continue reading

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Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae by Ernest Dowson

(I am not as I was under the reign of the good Cynara – Horace) 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 … Continue reading

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What Is Love? by Ernest Dowson

What is Love? Is it a folly, Is it mirth, or melancholy? Joys above, Are there many, or not any? What is Love? If you please, A most sweet folly! Full of mirth and melancholy: Both of these! In its … Continue reading

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Spleen by Ernest Dowson

(For Arthur Symons) I was not sorrowful, I could not weep, And all my memories were put to sleep. I watched the river grow more white and strange, All day till evening I watched it change. All day till evening … Continue reading

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