Ernest Dowson Quotes

I understand that absinthe makes the tart grow fonder.

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 weeping and the laughter. Love and desire and hate; I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate.

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 thine.

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine.

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

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.