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=454026" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Last Seconds(Ottava Rima Poem)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A tin cup scraping along iron bars, cup a' tea <br>Was even sweeter than honey and the honey-comb.<br>There were gleams in her perfect teeth and her sad esprit.<br>Her strange smell brought the breeze from her funeral home. <br>With hollow sad eyes, O Moon, you climb'st the night to see<br>Mad scientist’ of horror as bleeding piece of gnome.<br>She felt the dawn of hope and the sunset of despair<br>Leaves dancing across the grass, their shadow in the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>On echoed hills, her voice was parched and glazed was her sight, <br>The sooner lily dies; the louder is its scent.<br> Tearing, roaring, she felt her painful soul in light, <br>In sweet coming death, her pitiful lament.<br>Her soul had terrified wings for her flight in the night.<br>She was cribb’d, confin'd in tears for this event.<br>Her legs bestrode the abyss, her rear'd arm held the pain<br>Her mind should 'scape whipping her memory in vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Suddenly she felt a scent of garbage and perfume<br>Fog was in her eyes and wheezing throat because of fear<br>She got her head into heavens to dispell her gloom<br>After getting it into her head, her last frontier, <br> More than real, o’er her hallucinating doom.<br>She wanted to be happy but she felt her tear.<br>She realized her execution is cruel, not kind.<br>Her second became a hellish paradise of mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ottava Rima<br>A Ottava Rima is a poem written in 8-line octives. Each line is of a 10 or 11 syllable count in <br>the following rhyme: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">one octive poem. abababcc<br>two octive poem. abababcc, dededeff<br>three octive poem. abababcc, dededeff, ghghghii</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marieta+Maglas">Marieta Maglas</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=454026" data-title="Last Seconds(Ottava Rima Poem) de Marieta Maglas" data-description="A tin cup scraping along iron bars, cup a' tea 
Was even sweeter than honey and the honey-comb.
There were gleams in her perfect teeth and her sad esprit.
Her strange smell brought the breeze from her funeral home. 
With hollow sad eyes, O Moon, y..."></div>
</div>
</div>