Cried Quote by Ernest Dowson

“I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind, Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng, Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out…

— Ernest Dowson

Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses…

— Ernest Dowson

“Yea! for our roses fade, the world is wild; But there, beside the altar, there, is rest. -from "Nuns of the Perpetual Adoration”

— Ernest Dowson

“I was not sorrowful, but only tired Of everything that ever I desired.”

— Ernest Dowson

I understand that absinthe makes the tart grow fonder.

— Ernest Dowson

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

— Ernest Dowson

“Say, doth she weep for very wantonness? Or is it that she dimly doth foresee Across her youth the joys grow less and less…

— Ernest Dowson

“AUTUMNAL Pale amber sunlight falls across The reddening October trees, That hardly sway before a breeze As soft as summer: summer's loss Seems little,…

— Ernest Dowson

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine...

— Ernest Dowson

“I am not sorrowful but I am tired Of everything that I ever desired.”

— Ernest Dowson

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

— Ernest Dowson

And I was desolate and sick of an old passion.

— Ernest Dowson