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peterdamianent1: Exile - Ernest Christopher Dowson By the sad waters of separation Where we have wandered by divers ways, I have but the shadow and imitation Of the old memorial days. In music I have no consolation, No roses are pale enough for me; The sound...

BoltonVictorian: Ernest Christopher Dowson (1867 – 1900) was an English poet, novelist, and short-story writer who is often associated with the Decadent movement. (Wiki) Richard Burton reads Ernest Dowson's poem 'Non sum qualis eram bonae sub...

Aaj_Pakistan: If we must part, Then let it be like this. Not heart on heart, Nor with the useless anguish of a kiss; But touch mine hand and say: "Until to-morrow or some other day, If we must part". Ernest Christopher Dowson

Ken97109552: "Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion . . ." - "Cynara" by Ernest Christopher Dowson

Faust89823700: And all her flower-like beauty, as a glass, Mirrors out hope and love Ernest Christopher Dowson

drewdog2060_: The Poet and the Prostitute (dedicated to Ernest Christopher Dowson)

YouAreTheExpert: The Poet and the Prostitute (dedicated to Ernest Christopher Dowson)

mhnrnsr: “I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion 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” —Ernest Christopher Dowson

keevah_simone: But once upon my pale eyes and my drowning hair, Before the great waves conquer in the last vain fight. - Ernest Christopher Dowson

mtnpoet: " Poem: Autumnal" by Ernest Christopher Dowson -

hibattyan: "We have walked in Love's land a little way, We have learnt his lesson a little while, And shall we not part at the end of day, With a sigh, a smile?" - "April love" by Ernest Christopher Dowson (1867-1900 /



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