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Ernest Dowson
Born
in Lee, London, The United Kingdom
August 02, 1867
Died
February 23, 1900
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The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
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published
1905
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101 editions
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Collected Poems
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published
1902
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146 editions
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Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae
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published
1891
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4 editions
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Diario de un hombre de éxito
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published
1990
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4 editions
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The Pierrot of the Minute: Restored edition
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published
1897
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39 editions
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Dilemmas: Stories and Studies in Sentiment
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published
1895
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51 editions
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The statute of limitations
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Collected Shorter Fiction
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published
1947
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11 editions
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A Comedy of Masks (A Novel)
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published
1893
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66 editions
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The Letters of Ernest Dowson
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published
1967
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5 editions
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“AUTUMNAL
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.
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
Eludes a little time's deceit.
Are we not better and at home
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream.
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.”
― The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
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.
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
Eludes a little time's deceit.
Are we not better and at home
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream.
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.”
― The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
“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.”
― The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for awhile, then closes
Within a dream.”
― The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
“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”
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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”
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