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norbert_loera: By Ernest Dowson (1867-1900)

Theinkwell98: A sombre poem with hopes of heaven -- Dowson's Vitae Summa Brevis

RhapsodePrime: Listen to: Epigram (:34)by Ernest Dowson performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode Because I am…

MelanieJaxn: Let us go hence: the night is now at hand; The day is overworn, the birds all flown... -Ernest Dowson

carter_miranda: this one is a fav. I guess it used to be by Ernest Dowson. I ‘spose it was where “Gone With the Wind” got its title & Tennessee Williams got the verrry end of The Glass Menagerie.

MorrisBsmhome1: 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 Days of wine and Roses 1962 TV Movie Second Chances

JadAdamsAuthor: Poet Dana Gioia talks about Poetry, Pandemics, Reading & Reality, the future for the arts in the US after the epidemic; and generously mentions he is reading my Madder Music, Stronger Wine: The Life of Ernest Dowson

maherOfet: "...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

dennismhogan: Barbey d'Aurevilly, Villiers de l'Isle-Adam, Oscar Wilde, and Ernest Dowson

DeenaHaseeb: “They are not long, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream Our path merges for a while, then closes Within a dream.” -Ernest Dowson(1867-1900)

ernstgraf: "I've been faithful to you ever since!" "Tee hee. In your fashion?" Ernest Dowson (cynara) reference? in Return of the Pink Panther?

martyweilwapost: In this 200- word story phrases are based on both scripture ( Matthew 22:14) and the Ernest Dowson poem that gave the title to a famous American novel and movie. AND it tells about the cold. A newspaper bargain!

ArsalSometimes: I am not sorrowful but I am tired Of everything that I ever desired Ernest Dowson

reemrumi: Ernest Dowson is a mood.

harishwings: These are not long, These days of wine and roses: Out of misty dreams Our paths emerge for a while, Then close within a dream. ~Ernest Dowson.

RealEmirHan: I am not sorrowful but I am tired Of everything that I ever desired Ernest Dowson

Felix31683505: Ernest Dowson once described some of John Gray's poetry as "mediaeval fin-de-siècle"- how is that for a description? Pretty good no?

Robkearney1981: 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

molinar_paul: I want to get off to a good start by sharing with you my favorite poem by the English poet Ernest Dowson. It’s called “Vitae Summa Brevis”.

Maite70273365: "They are not so long, the days of wines and roses: Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for awhile, then closes Within a dream." Ernest Dowson

PoetryOutLoud: A little while in the shine of the sun, / We were twined together, joined lips, forgot / How the shadows fall when the day is done, / And when Love is not. - Ernest Dowson

bthnbasaran: 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

wsmayo: Richard Burton reads Ernest Dowson

Bolu_Beyi: 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

HobanGirl: Poet is Ernest Dowson (Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longham), 1896 Painter is Alexander Adriaenssen, Flemish (worked between 1610 and 1661)

TedRiich: Reissuing the first episode of "Love in a Time of Cholera" - Ernest Dowson - because YouTube messed it up, said the carpenter blaming his hammer.

Christo62151464: Ernest Dowson’s poem, “Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae” (“I am not as I was in the reign of good Cynara”) is a simple yet very effective piece about a man’s longing for a lost lover and his frantic and completely futile efforts to escape his emotional pain.

amlitreader: Ernest Dowson: " A little while in the shine of the sun, We were twined together, joined lips, forgot How the shadows fall when the day is done, And when Love is not."

ai_bloody: 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

MLAlexion: “They are not long, the days of wine and roses.” ~Ernest Dowson,

hakan_yontar: “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

cemmsahan: 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

UtLbooks: I wait for a sign: The leaves to be waved, The tall tree-tops laved In a flood of sunshine, This world to be saved. In the deep violet air, Not a leaf is stirred; There is no sound heard, But afar, the rare Trilled voice of a bird. - Ernest Dowson

TedRiich: Going not-so-live (so at a proper social distance), 7:00 pm Eastern. Love (and other) poems from yesterday for today: "Love in a Time of Cholera, Episode 1: Ernest Dowson." Be there.

ryanfield: 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

ernstgraf: Bleak and sombre. I feel like Hart Crane or Ernest Dowson, the morning after another disastrous foray into the broken world. A bad gamble. The £40 I spent on Demi and Pamela two weeks ago which I felt so happy about contrasts well against the horrible £40 I spent in the Old Axe

ernstgraf: I AM ERNEST DOWSON. I BECOME A LITTLE BIT INSANE WHEN I DRINK. OF COURSE I MUST KEEP GOING TO THE SCOTSMAN. IT IS MY TWENTY THOUSAND STREETS UNDER THE SKY WORLD.

ernstgraf: I AM ERNEST DOWSON. I AM VINCENT VAN GOGH. I AM PATRICK CAULFIELD, SITTING ALONE IN LONDON PUBS JUST WATCHING THE WORLD PASS BY, AND LEAVING WHEN IT STARTED TO GET BUSY. GOING TO THE BAR AT THE THEATRE INTERVAL & NOT GOING BACK IN FOR THE SECOND ACT

ernstgraf: I AM A BAD BOY. I AM ERNEST DOWSON, I AM AUBREY BEARDSLEY, I AM FRANK WEDEKIND. I LIVE IN A WORLD OF PALM FRONDS FLOATING ON AN INDOOR LAKE, WITH CLAUDIA BARAINSKY ON A GRAMOPHONE SOMEWHERE SINGING HERODIADE FRAGMENTS. THEN A SALOME.

ernstgraf: There is something between us, and there always has been. But I thought that about Florence, too. I AM ERNEST DOWSON. I AM VINCENT VAN GOGH. I AM THE DOCTOR. LONELY. SO, SO LONELY. WHERE IS MY SOPHIA MYLES? IS IT MELANI?

BraceofPeacocks: Told my Green Fairy boss a story about Oscar's love of a specific brand of absinthe and while I found one example I could show him in print (letter to Ernest Dowson) I cannot for the life of me find the anecdote I was thinking of and I'm annoyed with myself...

HubbardJeff: 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, from "Vitae Summa Brevis"

BookRarities: 1896 Limited Edition - Verses By Ernest Dowson Binding By Aubrey Beardsley

bakeandwrite: The Poet and the Prostitute (dedicated to Ernest Christopher Dowson)

yvonnepotter: One warm California night, Pola Negri murmured something into Rudolph Valentino’s ear. It was a fragment of a poem by Ernest Dowson; “They are not long, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream Our path…

touchedthestars: They are not long, Ernest Dowson

airialdestructi: When will that twink with the twig arms who reminds me of ernest dowson follow me back

JasonRobertC: 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

GuyMulinder: The Days of Wine and Roses by Ernest Dowson

benjdutton: 4 of 5 stars to The Pierrot of the Minute by Ernest Dowson

MLAlexion: “They are not long, the days of wine and roses.” ~Ernest Dowson,

somequotesbot: "O pray the earth enfoldOur life-sick hearts and turn them into dust." - Ernest Dowson

ThomasB07801772: 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

chondrite501: 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, from "Vitae Summa Brevis" (1896).

running_past: A really attractive 1930s council housing block with two maroon plaques - a co-operator and Lewisham’s second most famous poet - Ernest Dowson

san87_daniel: Ernest Dowson, "Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam", 1896 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.

qwertyuiopls: Non sum qualis eram (I am not what I once was). ✨ -Ernest Dowson

CQShep: “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.” - Ernest Dowson

EyeOfGnosis: A Last Word by Ernest Dowson.

all7beautiful: 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, “The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson”

SAlternativas: Ah, Lalage! while life is ours, Hoard not thy beauty rose and white, But pluck the pretty, fleeting flowers That deck our little path of light: For all too soon we twain shall tread The bitter pastures of the dead: Estranged, sad spectres of the night. Ernest Dowson (1867-1900)

davidoshelton: 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

BCUlibrary: Aubrey Beardsley illustration from 'Pierrot of the Minute' featured in Poems of Ernest Dowson. John Lane Archive.

GWillowWilson: 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

Alcyone_viola: Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while, then closes Within a dream.  ──Ernest Dowson, from "Vitae Summa Brevis" (1896).

SignalSE23: Continuing our Forest Hill history posts we celebrate a poet, novelist and short story writer from the 'decadent' movement. Ernest Dowson, born in Lee, spent time up on One Tree Hill and in and around Forest Hill.…

SignalSE23: Continuing our Forest Hill history posts we celebrate a poet, novelist and short story writer from the 'decadent' movement. Ernest Dowson spent time up on One Tree Hill and in Forest Hill. Most famous for his "Days…

beingmsaad: "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

Brown_Eyed_75: "I am not sorrowful but I am tired Of everything that I ever desired." Ernest Dowson

ExtremeYardCare: The beauty of Fall! "Pale amber sunlight falls across The reddening October trees.... 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..." ~Ernest Dowson

ggrinddd: 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

beingmsaad: "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

Alan79Me: ”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

braingarbage: Faithful in My Fashion: I dreamed I saw the grave of Ernest Dowson~ a poem by Stephen Richard Eng

braingarbage: Faithful in His Fashion ( Ernest Dowson )~ a poem by Stephen Richard Eng

rlgransden: 4 of 5 stars to The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson by Ernest Dowson

Saumyakul: 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

Brown_Eyed_75: "I am not sorrowful but I am tired Of everything that I ever desired." Ernest Dowson

zam_charlie: "uugh blackpilled again" - Ernest Dowson

laurielei: best known for her book designs for Yeats, Ernest Dowson (now buried in Ladywell Cemetery), Wilde and others.

choisk03: 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: 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

ARTSalamode: “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.” Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson

Book_Addict: Happy birthday to English poet Ernest C. Dowson (August 2,1867), author of "Decorations in Verse and Prose" (1899) et al.

wilfredsolomons: 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

borntodayfamous: [August - 02, 1867] On this day in history birth of ernest C Dowson, British poet

heistabythefire: "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

MrTandokukou: 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.

daneltro1: Stop read it aloud man your cheap alliterative jibe carries no weight you are fantastically wrong about Ernest Dowson

Blackcatprowl3: "Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae" [1896] ~ Ernest Dowson

graywyvern: good (if plain) dowson page

SaveRedlandLibr: The Oxford English Dictionary documents the earliest written use of the word in an 1889 letter by the poet Ernest Dowson (“I absolutely decline to see socca’ matches,” he wrote). Others trace it to a few years earlier. 2 of 2

ShadMoarif: The Oxford English Dictionary documents the earliest written use of the word in an 1889 letter by the poet Ernest Dowson (“I absolutely decline to see socca’ matches,” he wrote). Others trace it to a few years earlier.Americans soon seized on “soccer” to distinguish the game.

yllajali: Out of a misty dream / Our path emerges for a while, then closes / Within a dream. ernest dowson

percy_gryce: 2d ser. n.45. Ernest Dowson, English poet, novelist, and short-story writer

BmillsBilly: APRIL LOVE (by Ernest Dowson)

dunleavymike51: Ernest Dowson’s April Love

LordFroggy: On page 11 of 166 of The Poems of Ernest Dowson, by Ernest Dowson

harishwings: These are not long, These days of wine and roses: Out of misty dreams Our paths emerge for a while, Then close within a dream. ~Ernest Dowson.

edpearce080759: The novel Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell, won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction on May 3, 1937. The title came from a poem called Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae sub Regno Cynarae by Ernest Dowson: “I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind."



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