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Ernest Dowson

Ernest Dowson

A poem by Ernest Dowson: Spleen

  Spleen <i>(For Arthur Symons)</i> I was not sorrowful, I could not weep, And all my memories were put to sleep. I watched the river grow more white and strange, All day till evening I watched it change. All day ...

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A poem by Ernest Dowson: Seraphita

  Seraphita Come not before me now, O visionary face! Me tempest-tost, and borne along life’s passionate sea; Troublous and dark and stormy though my passage be; Not here and now may we commingle or embrace, Lest the loud anguish ...

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A poem by Ernest Dowson: Libera Me

  Libera Me Goddess the laughter-loving, Aphrodite, befriend! Long have I served thine altars, serve me now at the end, Let me have peace of thee, truce of thee, golden one, send. Heart of my heart have I offered thee, ...

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A poem by Ernest Dowson: Jadis

  Jadis Erewhile, before the world was old, When violets grew and celandine, In Cupid’s train we were enrolled: Erewhile! Your little hands were clasped in mine, Your head all ruddy and sun-gold Lay on my breast which was your ...

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