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Quote by Ernest Dowson

“Ah, Lalage! while life is ours, Hoard not thy beauty rose and white, But pluck the pretty fleeing flowers That deck our little path of light: For all too soon we twain shall tread The bitter pastures of the dead: Estranged, sad spectres of the night.”

Book:The Poems And Prose Of Ernest Dowson

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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

“She felt sad, but she hadn't cried all day. She thought that crying would actually be a good thing right now. It seemed normal to react. Whoever Martin had been, he had probably been a normal person. He was probably having a normal reaction right now, and she had caused it. She felt bad for confusing him. She thought it might be fair to cry for him. But it wasn’t until she thought of the mother cows in the pasture the day after the weaning, wandering around singly in the naked sunshine, still trying to call out in their hoarse, broken voices for the young ones that were still missing, that she was finally able to make herself cry—a little bit for all of the calves, but mostly for herself.”

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Book:Intimations: Stories

Source: Intimations: Stories

“I love your loins, that's all,' Rachel says quietly. 'And now I love the word itself, and how words change, I love that too. And all the parts of you, I love them. That's all. And I'm not sad,' she whispers, gasping a little at the shock of her own tears, hot and extravagant, tears that catch the light in her lashes before they drop and roll across Zach's thighs, sparkling capsules, kaleidoscopic, the flow dynamic.”

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Book:Be My Wolff

Source: Be My Wolff

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