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=416517" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A New Year's Plaint</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In words like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,<br>Like coarsest clothes against the cold;<br>But that large grief which these enfold<br>Is given in outline and no more.<br>--TENNYSON.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bells that lift their yawning throats<br>And lolling tongues with wrangling cries<br>Flung up in harsh, discordant notes,<br>As though in anger, at the skies,--<br>Are filled with echoings replete,<br>With purest tinkles of delight--<br>So I would have a something sweet<br>Ring in the song I sing to-night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As when a blotch of ugly guise<br>On some poor artist's naked floor<br>Becomes a picture in his eyes,<br>And he forgets that he is poor,--<br>So I look out upon the night,<br>That ushers in the dawning year,<br>And in a vacant blur of light<br>I see these fantasies appear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see a home whose windows gleam<br>Like facets of a mighty gem<br>That some poor king's distorted dream<br>Has fastened in his diadem.<br>And I behold a throng that reels<br>In revelry of dance and mirth,<br>With hearts of love beneath their heels,<br>And in their bosoms hearts of earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Luxury, as false and grand<br>As in the mystic tales of old,<br>When genii answered man's command,<br>And built of nothing halls of gold!<br>O Banquet, bright with pallid jets,<br>And tropic blooms, and vases caught<br>In palms of naked statuettes,<br>Ye can not color as ye ought!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, crouching in the storm without,<br>I see the figure of a child,<br>In little ragged roundabout,<br>Who stares with eyes that never smiled--<br>And he, in fancy can but taste<br>The dainties of the kingly fare,<br>And pick the crumbs that go to waste<br>Where none have learned to kneel in prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go, Pride, and throw your goblet down--<br>The 'merry greeting' best appears<br>On loving lips that never drown<br>Its worth but in the wine of tears;<br>Go, close your coffers like your hearts,<br>And shut your hearts against the poor,<br>Go, strut through all your pretty parts<br>But take the 'Welcome' from your door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</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=416517" data-title="A New Year's Plaint de James Whitcomb Riley" data-description="In words like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold;
But that large grief which these enfold
Is given in outline and no more.
--TENNYSON.

The bells that lift their yawning throats
And lolling tongues with wrangling crie..."></div>
</div>
</div>