“I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind, Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng, Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind; But I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, all the time, because the dance was long; I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion. 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; And I am desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.”
Quote by Ernest Dowson
Work
The Poems And Prose Of Ernest Dowson
This compilation includes a selection of Dowson's notable poems and prose pieces, showcasing his contributions to the English literary landscape during the Victorian era. more
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Ernest Dowson
Ernest Dowson, a British poet, was born on August 2, 1867, and died on February 23, 1900. His poetry is known for its melancholy and sadness, making him one of the representative figures of the late Victorian era. more
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