About Ernest Dowson
1867 - 1900/EnglishErnest Christopher Dowson (2 August 1867-23 February 1900), English poet, born at Lee south-east of London. He died in London. He was a member of the Rhymer's Club, which included W. B. Yeats and Lionel Johnson. In 1891 Dowson fell in love with the 12-
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Poetry & Stories
Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam
They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,Love and desire and hate:
Growth
I watched the glory of her childhood change,Half-sorrowful to find the child I knew,
Exchanges
All that I had I brought,Little enough I know;
Yvonne Of Brittany
In your mother's apple-orchard,Just a year ago, last spring:
In A Breton Cemetery
They sleep well here,These fisher-folk who passed their anxious days
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Who is Ernest Dowson?
1867 - 1900/EnglishErnest Christopher Dowson (2 August 1867-23 February 1900), English poet, born at Lee south-east of London. He died in London.
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Poems & Stories by Ernest Dowson
Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam
They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,Love and desire and hate:
Growth
I watched the glory of her childhood change,Half-sorrowful to find the child I knew,
Exchanges
All that I had I brought,Little enough I know;
Yvonne Of Brittany
In your mother's apple-orchard,Just a year ago, last spring:
In A Breton Cemetery
They sleep well here,These fisher-folk who passed their anxious days
Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mineThere fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Nuns Of The Perpetual Adoration
Calm, sad, secure; behind high convent walls,These watch the sacred lamp, these watch and pray:
To One In Bedlam
With delicate, mad hands, behind his sordid bars,Surely he hath his posies, which they tear and twine;
What Is Love?
What is Love?Is it a folly,
A Last Word
Let us go hence: the night is now at hand;The day is overworn, the birds all flown;
The Moon Maiden's Song
Sleep! Cast thy canopyOver this sleeper's brain,
Jadis
Erewhile, before the world was old,When violets grew and celandine,
Selected Quotes by Ernest Dowson (चुनिंदा उद्धरण)
They sleep well here,These fisher-folk who passed their anxious days
Erewhile, before the world was old,When violets grew and celandine,
Calm, sad, secure; behind high convent walls,These watch the sacred lamp, these watch and pray:
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mineThere fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Let us go hence: the night is now at hand;The day is overworn, the birds all flown;
I watched the glory of her childhood change,Half-sorrowful to find the child I knew,
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