De M. Antonio

Robert Louis Stevenson

NOW Antoninus, in a smiling age,
Counts of his life the fifteenth finished stage.
The rounded days and the safe years he sees,
Nor fears death's water mounting round his knees.
To him remembering not one day is sad,
Not one but that its memory makes him glad.
So good men lengthen life; and to recall
The past is to have twice enjoyed it all.

Next 10 Poems

• Robert Louis Stevenson : Death, To The Dead For Evermore
• Robert Louis Stevenson : Dedication
• Robert Louis Stevenson : Dedicatory Poem For Underwoods
• Robert Louis Stevenson : Duddingstone
• Robert Louis Stevenson : Early In The Morning I Hear On Your Piano
• Robert Louis Stevenson : Envoy For A Child's Garden Of Verses
• Robert Louis Stevenson : Epitaphium Erotii
• Robert Louis Stevenson : Fair Isle At Sea
• Robert Louis Stevenson : Farewell
• Robert Louis Stevenson : Fear Not, Dear Friend, But Freely Live Your Days

Previous 10 Poems

• Robert Louis Stevenson : De Ligurra
• Robert Louis Stevenson : De Hortis Julii Martialis
• Robert Louis Stevenson : De Erotio Puella
• Robert Louis Stevenson : De Coenatione Micae
• Robert Louis Stevenson : Come, My Beloved, Hear From Me
• Robert Louis Stevenson : Come, Here Is Adieu To The City
• Robert Louis Stevenson : Come From The Daisied Meadows
• Robert Louis Stevenson : Christmas At Sea
• Robert Louis Stevenson : Behold, As Goblins Dark Of Mien
• Robert Louis Stevenson : Before This Little Gift Was Come