Ernest Dowson Quotes

I understand that absinthe makes the tart grow fonder.

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.

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine.

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.

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

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.