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Word: ernest (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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Long before the decade's most famous book title was lifted from this lyric, the poems of Ernest Christopher Dowson were a part of the established pattern of English poetry-"not speech, but perfect song," said Dowson's late, great contemporary, William Butler Yeats. But about the poet himself the mists of time and faded memoirs had drawn close. Little but his friend Arthur Symons' brief, exquisite biographical essay had preserved the memory of the Mauve Decade's most desperately romantic life...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Faithful In His Fashion | 10/23/1944 | See Source »

Blue-eyed, dark-haired Adelaide ("Missie") Foltinowicz, the proprietor's daughter, was twelve years old when Ernest Dowson fell in love with her. But those who were shocked by this strange infatuation (most of his women companions, whom he desired and despised, were streetwalkers and vaudeville girls) quickly realized that it was precisely "Missie's" childishness and physical innocence that caused the poet to idolize...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Faithful In His Fashion | 10/23/1944 | See Source »

...Weeping and the Laughter. When Ernest was 27, Father Dowson put an end to his own misery with an overdose of chloral. A few months later his mother hanged herself. Soon afterward "Missie" married one of her father's waiters. Dowson fled to France, declaring: "I have no lungs left to speak of, an apology for a liver, and a broken heart...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Faithful In His Fashion | 10/23/1944 | See Source »

...London poorhouse in 1939 Biographer Longaker found the woman who witnessed his death. Destitute and half-mad, the old woman told the story of Ernest Dowson...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Faithful In His Fashion | 10/23/1944 | See Source »

...have known great English poets: Ernest Dowson died in my arms. . . . I held the young man . . . and for a moment, he seemed to catch his breath. 'You are like an angel from Heaven,' he said . . . but I knew that it was the end. . . . We placed pennies on his eyes, and later they were replaced with silver coins by a friend of the young poet. . . . That I, or any woman who was in the house, took the coins and went off to get drunk at the nearest bar . . . I am sure is not the case...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Faithful In His Fashion | 10/23/1944 | See Source »

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