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ernstgraf: Madder Music, Stronger Wine : The Life of Ernest Dowson, Poet and Decadent
by Jad Adams
A beautiful biography of a beautiful man
howverynovel: 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, 1896.
TheGoodestBuck: My favourite actual poem is
A Last Word by Ernest Dowson.
plantingtheoar: They are not long, the weeping & the laughter
Love & desire & hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate
They are not long the days of wine & roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream
Ernest Dowson (1867 - 1900)
PenicillinMag: The Cock in Shaftesbury Avenue - where Ernest Dowson wrote 'Cynara', my favourite poem in the English language - now Mr Wu's Chinese Buffet
telescoper: "The golden wine is drunk, the dregs remain,
Bitter as wormwood and as salt as pain;
And health and hope have gone the way of love
Into the drear oblivion of lost things."
- Ernest Dowson
jackmanfred2: 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,
highwaytohell56: Words are so weak
When love hath been so strong
Let silence speak
~Ernest C. Dowson
Ishmaelphineas: I'm happy to share a newborn song, my setting of a poem by Ernest Dowson:
guygavrielkay: Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Kitara! in my fashion.
With sincere apologies to the ghost of Ernest Dowson, but could not resist. Though have been trying to since I heard the performance name!
_aSelenophile_: Amor Umbratilis
By Ernest Dowson
A Gift of Silence, sweet!
Who may not ever hear:
To lay down at your unobservant feet,
Is all the gift I bear.
I have no songs to sing,
That you should heed or know:
I have no lilies, in full hands, to fling
Across the path you go.
RealEmirHan: “I am not sorrowful but I am tired
Of everything that I ever desired”
Ernest Dowson
quoted in
Emil Cioran’s Notebook
Tachikomantic: Ernest Dowson would have been Sakurai Yune’s number one fan.
wlwrhee: me vs having to study ernest dowson
danielamacorin: "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
-Spirit of Avalon, Elizabeth Sonrel-
ColemanRidge: The jealous gods, who brook no worship save their own,
Turned my live idol marble and her heart to stone.
-- Ernest Dowson
nemoloris: Some discussion of the term ‘soccer’ today, so a small reminder that OED says its first recorded usage was by Ernest Dowson, of all people, pictured here in the Soho Academicals natty away strip.
LissadellHouse: Are we not better and at home
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
We garner this poor hour of ease,
Until love turn from us and die
Beneath the drear November trees.
Ernest Dowson
MelanieJaxn: Let us go hence: the night is now at hand;
The day is overworn, the birds all flown;
And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown.
--Ernest Dowson
Winterknell: 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
Winterknell: Ghosts go along with us until the end;
This was a mistress, this, perhaps, a friend.
With pale, indifferent eyes, we sit and wait
For the dropped curtain and the closing gate:
This is the end of all the songs man sings.
ERNEST DOWSON
Dregs, 1899
MelanieJaxn: Let misty autumn be our part!
The twilight of the year is sweet:
Where shadow and the darkness meet
Our love, a twilight of the heart...
-Ernest Dowson
onLifeJourney1: Beyond the pearled horizons lie
Winter and night: awaiting these
We garner this poor hour of ease,
Until love turn from us and die
Beneath the drear November trees.
― Ernest Dowson
Nyssa1968: Just read Ernest Dowson’s 1891/96 poem, “Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae”.
Can’t help but think of the Conservative Party.
lgmirror: Larkin was a fan of Ernest Dowson?
StreetsofC: Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer's loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these.
— Ernest Dowson, ‘Autumnal’
Photo: 12th Street Beach, Chicago. October 2022
tittiscotti: poem by Ernest Dowson (1867-1900)
richard_littler: I spotted this abandoned hotel the other day. Fantastic swashy typeface. Pure 1970s. It could also be the name of a TV series starring Roger Moore and Telly Savalas, with guest stars including Bill Bixby, Ernest Borgnine, Patrick Duffy and Shelley Winters.
c1aranquinn: They are not long the days of wine and roses.
Ernest Dowson
rabiayan: 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.
by Ernest Dowson
ekaji_: They are not long, the weepin and the laughter
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.
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
WaadAyman8: " those who simply wait for the information to find them spend a lot of time sitting by the phone, those who find it themselves have something to say when it's ring"
- Ernest Dowson
bottomhead: 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.
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
boaboalovers: "Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer's loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these."
Ernest Christopher Dowson, Autumnal
DeadPoetsDaily: Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam on Dead Poets Daily
PocketHistory: Dowson, Ernest. 1867-1900. English Decadent poet. -“I have been faithful to thee, Cynara, in my fashion”.
YorkshireLady3: 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.
From Days of Wine and Roses by Ernest Dowson
Doshiba: Poem of the week: Villanelle of His Lady’s Treasures by Ernest Dowson
Doshiba: Poem of the week: Villanelle of His Lady’s Treasures by Ernest Dowson
kipishtheknave: BENEDICTIO DOMINI -
By Ernest. Dowson
Without, the sullen noises of the street!
The voice of London, inarticulate,
Hoarse and blaspheming, surges in to meet
The silent blessing of the Immaculate.
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loadsathings: Villanelle - French verse form consisting of five three-line stanzas and a final quatrain, with the first and third lines of the first stanza repeating alternately in the following stanzas. These two refrain lines form the final couplet in the quatrain.
MartinWiggs2: Poem of the week: Villanelle of His Lady’s Treasures by Ernest Dowson
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samrasmus: Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam
—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.
HeyJudeNotJudy: The under-rated Peter DeVries wrote many books, one of which was titled "Madder Music," a phrase lifted from Ernest Dowson, dissolute poet from fin de siècle England, whose poem "Cynara" had the line "I cried for madder music and for stronger wine." I love a frame of reference.
HarryWatson63: 'Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae' by 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 and the wine...
ernstgraf: I am unique. It is important to remember that. I am writer and eccentric, like Philip O'Connor, Friedrich Nietzsche in cold stoveless rooms, Ernest Dowson.
Ernst Graf 4th August 2006
Book_Addict: Happy birthday to English poet Ernest C. Dowson (August 2,1867), author of "Decorations in Verse and Prose" (1899) et al.
JohnMcDonald15: Ernest Dowson (1867-1900)
Quintessential dissipated aesthetic poet. Interesting for that as well as for the fact that some of his poetry is quite beautiful and memorable (in a fragile kind of way) & he gave us a couple of well known phrases.
madeleyblue: Ernest Dowson born today in 1867. A short unhappy life. Poems are not well known but phrases found a way into popular culture.
"Always true to you, in my fashion" in Kiss me, Kate.
"Gone with the Wind" rings a bell.
My favourite,
They are not long,
The days of wine and roses
MaggieMackBooks: I understand that absinthe makes the tart grow fonder.
Ernest Dowson
ARTSalamode: "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
cowboycoleridge: I understand that absinthe makes the tart grow fonder.
- Ernest Dowson
(indeed Mr. Dowson, indeed)
cowboycoleridge: 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 “Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetet Incohare Longam” (1896).
cowboycoleridge: But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long
Ernest Dowson
cowboycoleridge: “I was not sorrowful, but only tired
Of everything that ever I desired.”
― Ernest Dowson
cowboycoleridge: “I cried for madder music and for stronger wine...”
― Ernest Dowson
lOlO_H108: A Last Word
by Ernest Dowson
Let us go hence: the night is now at hand;
The day is overworn, the birds all flown;
And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown;
Despair and death; deep darkness o'er the land,
Broods like an owl; we cannot understand.
BMaTexasAppeals: TIL that the phrases "the days of wine and roses" and "gone with the wind" were written by 19th century English poet Ernest Dowson.
SteveMovieSteve: Days of Wine and Roses
emvidal: RIP Christine Irvin. Rest in peace dear friend and may we meet again when the last trumpet shall sound.
"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
at_oasis: They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for awhile, then closes
Within a dream.
PS. - Ernest Dowson
speedyk84265704: Ernest Dowson is my guilty pleasure, yes
Sam_Stapleton_1: Question 6: what four word phrase finishes a famous line from an Ernest Dowson poem that begins, “I have forgot much, Cynara!” This is another question where, upon first read, I think, “Uh Oh.” I don’t know the poet or the poem. But the second half of the question gives me hope.
chrysantheory: "They are not long, the days of wine and roses." - Ernest Dowson
chrysantheory: "They are not long, the days of wine and roses." - Ernest Dowson
CynthiaTrabold: Ernest Dowson: "They Are Not Long, The Days of Wine & Roses" Love A Lot More this weekend if for the only way you can may be from afar. Tho I wish for you near.
scotbruessel: thanks deryl, for they are not long. i fondly remembered my father today. he was 41❤
vitae summa brevis spem
nos vetat incohare longam
ernest dowson 1867-1900
IvanRGR: "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.
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
AignerNicole: 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)
EmanSeliem5: Ernest Dowson, from "Vitae Summa Brevis" (1896).
texnartist: 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 agate.
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
amlitreader: Margaret Mitchell's "Gone with the Wind" won the Pulitzer today in 1937. Her title inspired by Dowson's poem: "I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind..."
chipotles714: “I am not sorrowful but I am tired
Of everything that I ever desired.”
Ernest Dowson
ernstgraf: Like Hart Crane cruising the violent & dangerous Brooklyn, Manhattan & Hoboken shorefronts I cannot help but going back into Soho cinemas, despite the shame & ignominy & ruin it brings on myself–because the highs are so great & so exciting!
24th Apr 2006
ernstgraf: THEY’VE SHOCKED US AND HELPED OUR UNDERSTANDING OF THE WORLD. 12 BOOKS THAT CHANGED THE WORLD. THE HMS BEAGLE LANDED ON THE GALAPAGOS 1835. I AM A GENTLEMAN SCIENTIST. A SYNOPSIS OF HIS LIFE’S WORK. PUBLISHING IT WAS LIKE CONFESSING TO A MURDER.
mherlhy0816: 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.
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
PoetryOutLoud: 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"
Ernest Dowson
viaiixxi: “Our path emerges for a while, then closes.. within a dream.”
— Ernest Dowson.
chifladonggwapo: 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.
(c) Ernest Dowson
ernstgraf: "Ernest Dowson would, as likely as not, be the first to arrive. These were the regulars. They were the men to whom late hours were natural. Night birds, most of them.”
ernstgraf: Is this the site of the Cock tavern where Ernest Dowson wrote ‘Cynara’? Mr Wu’s chinese restaurant on the south side of Shaftesbury Avenue between Wardour and Rupert Streets.
14th March 2013
ernstgraf: "God or the Flesh or the Devil—an artist may be in bondage to any one or other or all of these powers and retain his self-respect—but the world mustn’t, positively must not exist for him–or so much the worse for his art.” (Ernest Dowson, 1892).
ernstgraf: . “I have long passed the point at which one is seriously moved by hostile criticism of anybody in these questions or can feel any more than a tolerant contempt for the point of view from which it is uttered…" Ernest Dowson 1892
__L_i_G__: Ok, I think I finally got the right booklet. A wonderful one-act, two-characters play: "The Pierrot of the minute" (1897) by Ernest Dowson.
It is a perfect fit: 1 scene only, 1 act only, 2 singers only, rhymes, limited duration.
I will take ages to compose it but who cares?
ernstgraf: Greatest poem in the English language. 'Cynara' by Ernest Dowson
ernstgraf: Shaftesbury Avenue, London, where Ernest Dowson wrote ‘Cynara’, looking from the Statue of Eros in Piccadilly Circus; the Polish restaurant where his unrequited love Adelaide worked was up a small side turning on the left hand side
ernstgraf: I LIKE losing it like Ernest Dowson. Pouring his heart out in early morning letters. Getting drunk, so close to the flame,so close to the girl of his dreams, then just when she is about to let him in, destroying it in a drunken fury,& throwing it all away again.
9th March 2007