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Ernest Christopher Dowson
2 August 1867 – 21 February 1900
Poetry Listing
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| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: A Coronal With His Songs And Her Days To His Lady And To Love | Violets and leaves of vine, | | 27 | 332 | | 2: A Last Word | Let us go hence: the night is now at hand; | | 14 | 349 | | 3: A Requiem | Neobule, being tired, Far too tired to laugh or weep | | 24 | 284 | | 4: A Song | All that a man may pray, | | 20 | 284 | | 5: A Valediction | If we must part, Then let it be like this; | | 14 | 265 | | 6: Ad Domnulam Suam | Little lady of my heart! | | 20 | 345 | | 7: Ad Manus Puellae | I was always a lover of ladies' hands! | | 20 | 309 | | 8: After Paul Verlaine | Tears fall within mine heart, | | 63 | 279 | | 9: Amantium Irae | When this, our rose, is faded, | | 32 | 268 | | 10: Amor Profanus | Beyond the pale of memory, | | 28 | 340 | | 11: Amor Umbratilis | A gift of Silence, sweet! | | 20 | 350 | | 12: April Love | We have walked in Love's land a little way, | | 16 | 290 | | 13: Autumnal | Pale amber sunlight falls across | | 20 | 275 | | 14: Beata Solitudo | What land of Silence, Where pale stars shine | | 30 | 258 | | 15: Benedictio Domini | Without, the sullen noises of the street! | | 16 | 302 | | 16: Beyond | Love's aftermath! I think the time is now | | 11 | 246 | | 17: Breton Afternoon | Here, where the breath of the scented-gorse floats through the sun-stained air, | | 16 | 245 | | 18: Carthusians | Through what long heaviness, assayed in what strange fire, | | 36 | 248 | | 19: Chanson Sans Paroles | In the deep violet air, Not a leaf is stirred; | | 30 | 258 | | 20: De Amore | Shall one be sorrowful because of love, | | 52 | 242 | | 21: Dregs | The fire is out, and spent the warmth thereof | | 11 | 309 | | 22: Dum Nos Fata Sinunt, Oculos Satiemus Amore. | Cease smiling, Dear! a little while be sad, | | 32 | 273 | | 23: Epigram | Because I am idolatrous and have besought, | | 6 | 247 | | 24: Exchanges | All that I had I brought, | | 15 | 261 | | 25: Exile | By the sad waters of separation | | 20 | 305 | | 26: Extreme Unction | Upon the eyes, the lips, the feet, | | 20 | 252 | | 27: Flos Lunae | I would not alter thy cold eyes, | | 20 | 310 | | 28: Gray Nights | A while we wandered (thus it is I dream!) | | 14 | 261 | | 29: Growth | I watched the glory of her childhood change, | | 12 | 301 | | 30: Impenitent Ultima | Before my light goes out for ever if God should give me a choice of graces, | | 20 | 251 | | 31: In A Breton Cemetery | They sleep well here, | | 18 | 257 | | 32: In Spring | See how the trees and the osiers lithe | | 14 | 332 | | 33: In Tempore Senectutis | When I am old, And sadly steal apart, | | 24 | 256 | | 34: Jadis | Erewhile, before the world was old, | | 11 | 283 | | 35: Libera Me | Goddess the laughter-loving, Aphrodite, befriend! | | 21 | 250 | | 36: Moritura | A song of the setting sun! | | 24 | 283 | | 37: My Lady April | Dew on her robe and on her tangled hair; | | 14 | 336 | | 38: Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae | Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine | | 24 | 332 | | 39: Nuns Of The Perpetual Adoration | Calm, sad, secure; behind high convent walls, | | 32 | 323 | | 40: O Mors! Quam Amara Est Memoria Tua Homini Pacem Habenti In Substantiis Suis | Exceeding sorrow Consumeth my sad heart! | | 24 | 658 | | 41: On The Birth Of A Friend's Child | Mark the day white, on which the Fates have smiled: | | 8 | 248 | | 42: Paul Verlaine | You would have understood me, had you waited; | | 28 | 299 | | 43: Quid Non Supremus, Amantes? | Why is there in the least touch of her hands | | 20 | 258 | | 44: Rondeau | Ah, Manon, say, why is it we | | 15 | 248 | | 45: Saint Germain-En-Laye | Through the green boughs I hardly saw thy face, | | 16 | 283 | | 46: Sapientia Lunae | The wisdom of the world said unto me: | | 24 | 242 | | 47: Seraphita | Come not before me now, O visionary face! | | 14 | 247 | | 48: Soli Cantare Periti Arcades | Oh, I would live in a dairy, | | 28 | 239 | | 49: Spleen | I was not sorrowful, I could not weep | | 14 | 290 | | 50: Terre Promise | Even now the fragrant darkness of her hair | | 12 | 261 | | 51: The Dead Child | Sleep on, dear, now The last sleep and the best, | | 30 | 242 | | 52: The Garden Of Shadow | Love heeds no more the sighing of the wind | | 12 | 244 | | 53: The Moon Maiden's Song. | Sleep! Cast thy canopy Over this sleeper's brain, | | 16 | 258 | | 54: The Pierrot Of The Minute | My journey's end! This surely is the glade | | 702 | 252 | | 55: The Sea-Change | Where river and ocean meet in a great tempestuous frown, | | 18 | 261 | | 56: The Three Witches | All the moon-shed nights are over, | | 23 | 250 | | 57: To A Lady Asking Foolish Questions | Why am I sorry, Chloe? Because the moon is far: | | 10 | 237 | | 58: To A Lost Love | I seek no more to bridge the gulf that lies | | 15 | 338 | | 59: To His Mistress | There comes an end to summer, | | 24 | 243 | | 60: To One In Bedlam | With delicate, mad hands, behind his sordid bars, | | 14 | 309 | | 61: To William Theodore Peters On His Renaissance Cloak | The cherry-coloured velvet of your cloak | | 21 | 250 | | 62: Transition | A little while to walk with thee, dear child; | | 16 | 251 | | 63: Vain Hope | Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say, | | 21 | 281 | | 64: Vain Resolves | I said: "There is an end of my desire: | | 21 | 276 | | 65: Vanitas | Beyond the need of weeping, | | 25 | 324 | | 66: Venite Descendamus | Let be at last; give over words and sighing, | | 16 | 257 | | 67: Verses | They are not long, the weeping and the laughter. | | 8 | 327 | | 68: Vesperal | Strange grows the river on the sunless evenings! | | 16 | 265 | | 69: Villanelle Of Acheron | By the pale marge of Acheron, | | 19 | 252 | | 70: Villanelle Of His Lady's Treasures | I took her dainty eyes, as well | | 19 | 272 | | 71: Villanelle Of Marguerite's | A little, passionately, not at all?" | | 19 | 333 | | 72: Villanelle Of Sunset | Come hither, Child! and rest: | | 19 | 348 | | 73: Villanelle Of The Poet's Road | Wine and woman and song, | | 19 | 267 | | 74: Wisdom | Love wine and beauty and the spring, | | 12 | 316 | | 75: Yvonne Of Brittany | In your mother's apple-orchard, | | 32 | 320 | | 76: Yvonne Of Brittany | In your mother's apple-orchard | | 8 | 317 |
About:
Ernest Christopher Dowson, was born in 1867 at Lea, in Kent, England, he was an English poet, novelist and writer of short stories associated with the Decadent movement. Most of his life
was spent in France.
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