17 Quotes by Ernest Dowson

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

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 That deck our little path of light: For all too soon we twain shall tread The bitter pastures of the dead: Estranged, sad spectres of the night.

When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once more come together,Shall we forgive the past,And safe from worldly weatherPossess our souls at last?

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

I understand that absinthe makes the tart grow fonder.

And I was desolate and sick of an old passion.

I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion

They are not, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream, Our path emerges for a while, then closes, Within a dream