Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=119738" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Wish</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ask not that my bed of death<br>From bands of greedy heirs be free;<br>For these besiege the latest breath<br>Of fortune's favoured sons, not me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ask not each kind soul to keep<br>Tearless, when of my death he hears;<br>Let those who will, if any, weep!<br>There are worse plagues on earth than tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ask but that my death may find<br>The freedom to my life denied;<br>Ask but the folly of mankind,<br>Then, at last, to quit my side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spare me the whispering, crowded room,<br>The friends who come, and gape, and go;<br>The ceremonious air of gloom -<br>All which makes death a hideous show!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor bring, to see me cease to live,<br>Some doctor full of phrase and fame,<br>To shake his sapient head and give<br>The ill he cannot cure a name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor fetch, to take the accustomed toll<br>Of the poor sinner bound for death,<br>His brother doctor of the soul,<br>To canvass with official breath</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The future and its viewless things -<br>That undiscovered mystery<br>Which one who feels death's winnowing wings<br>Must need read clearer, sure, than he!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bring none of these; but let me be,<br>While all around in silence lies,<br>Moved to the window near, and see<br>Once more before my dying eyes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bathed in the sacred dew of morn<br>The wide aerial landscape spread -<br>The world which was ere I was born,<br>The world which lasts when I am dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Which never was the friend of one,<br>Nor promised love it could not give,<br>But lit for all its generous sun,<br>And lived itself, and made us live.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There let me gaze, till I become<br>In soul with what I gaze on wed!<br>To feel the universe my home;<br>To have before my mind -instead</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of the sick-room, the mortal strife,<br>The turmoil for a little breath -<br>The pure eternal course of life,<br>Not human combatings with death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus feeling, gazing, let me grow<br>Composed, refreshed, ennobled, clear;<br>Then willing let my spirit go<br>To work or wait elsewhere or here!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Matthew+Arnold">Matthew Arnold</a><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=119738" data-title="A Wish de Matthew Arnold" data-description="I ask not that my bed of death/From bands of greedy heirs be free;/For these besiege the latest breath/Of fortune's favoured sons, not me./I ask not each kind soul to keep/Tearless, when of my death he hears;/Let those who will, if any, weep!/Ther..."></div>
</div>
</div>