Who is Ernest Dowson

Ernest Christopher Dowson (2 August 1867 – 23 February 1900) was an English poet, novelist, and short-story writer who is often associated with the Decadent movement.


Ernest Dowson was born in Lee, then in Kent, in 1867. His great-uncle was Alfred Domett, a Prime Minister of New Zealand. Dowson attended The Queen's College, Oxford, but left in March 1888 without obtaining a degree.In November 1888 Dowson started work at Dowson & Son, his father's dry-docking business in Limehouse, East London. He led an active social life, carousing with medical students and law pupils, visiting music halls, and taking the performers to dinner.

Dowson was a member of the Rhymers' Club, and a contributor to literary magazines such as The Yellow Book and The Savo...
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Love 25 I Love You 25 Long 19 Heart 19 Night 14 Life 14 Sweet 14 World 12 Time 11 Cold 11

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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”.
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What If I Say I Shall Not Wait!
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What if I say I shall not wait!
What if I burst the fleshly Gate—
And pass escaped—to thee!

What if I file this Mortal—off—
See where it hurt me—That's enough—

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