LOOK round: You see a little supper room;
But from my window, lo! great Caesar's tomb!
And the great dead themselves, with jovial breath
Bid you be merry and remember death.
More verses by Robert Louis Stevenson
- I Love To Be Warm By The Red Fireside
- Marching Song
- De Erotio Puella
- Now Bare To The Beholder's Eye
- Duddingstone