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April Love: Ernest Dowson

We have walked in Love’s land a little way, We have learnt his lesson a little while, And shall we not part at the end of day, With a sigh, a smile? A little while in the shine of the … Continue reading

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Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae: Ernest Dowson

Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yes, I was … Continue reading

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Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam: 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 … Continue reading

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