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=38666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mary</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet Mary the first time she ever was there<br>Came into the Ball room among the Fair<br>The young Men and Maidens around her throng<br>And these are the words upon every tongue</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An Angel is here from the heavenly Climes<br>Or again does return the Golden times<br>Her eyes outshine every brilliant ray<br>She opens her lips tis the Month of May</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mary moves in soft beauty and conscious delight<br>To augment with sweet smiles all the joys of the Night <br>Nor once blushes to own to the rest of the Fair<br>That sweet Love and Beauty are worthy our care</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the Morning the Villagers rose with delight<br>And repeated with pleasure the joys of the night<br>And Mary arose among Friends to be free <br>But no Friend from henceforward thou Mary shalt see</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some said she was proud some calld her a whore<br>And some when she passed by shut to the door<br>A damp cold came oer her her blushes all fled<br>Her lillies and roses are blighted and shed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O why was I born with a different Face<br>Why was I not born like this Envious Racet<br>Why did Heaven adorn me with bountiful hand<br>And then set me down in an envious Land</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To be weak as a Lamb and smooth as a Dove <br>And not to raise Envy is calld Christian Love<br>But if you raise Envy your Merits to blame<br>For planting such spite in the weak and the tame</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will humble my Beauty I will not dress fine<br>I will keep from the Ball and my Eyes shall not shine<br>And if any Girls Lover forsakes her for me<br>I'll refuse him my hand and from Envy be freet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She went out in Morning attird plain and neat<br>Proud Marys gone Mad said the Child in the Street<br>She went out in Morning in plain neat attire<br>And came home in Evening bespatterd with mire</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She trembled and wept sitting on the Bed side<br>She forgot it was Night & she trembled and cried<br>She forgot it was Night she forgot it was Morn<br>Her soft Memory imprinted with Faces of Scorn </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With Faces of Scorn and with Eyes of disdain<br>Like foul Fiends inhabiting Marys mild Brain<br>She remembers no Face like the Human Divine<br>All Faces have Envy sweet Mary but thine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thine is a Face of sweet Love in Despair <br>And thine is a Face of mild sorrow and care<br>And thine is a Face of wild terror and fear<br>That shall never be quiet till laid on its bier</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Blake">William Blake</a> from <i>Songs and Ballads</i><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=38666" data-title="Mary de William Blake" data-description="Sweet Mary the first time she ever was there/Came into the Ball room among the Fair/The young Men and Maidens around her throng/And these are the words upon every tongue/An Angel is here from the heavenly Climes/Or again does return the Golden tim..."></div>
</div>
</div>