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.

Biography

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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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
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