And I was desolate and sick of an old passion. Ernest Dowson More Quotes by Ernest Dowson More Quotes From Ernest Dowson 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. Ernest Dowson flower dream death I understand that absinthe makes the tart grow fonder. Ernest Dowson absinthe tarts grows I cried for madder music and for stronger wine, Ernest Dowson wine night fall 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. Ernest Dowson dream home fall I cried for madder music and for stronger wine. Ernest Dowson cried stronger wine Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine Ernest Dowson passion fashion wine They are not long, the days of wine and roses. Ernest Dowson wine rose long 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. Ernest Dowson laughter hate thinking
