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=472443" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hymn For The Celebration At The Laying Of The Cornerstone Of Harvard Memorial Hall, Cambridge, October 6, 1870</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NOT with the anguish of hearts that are breaking<br>Come we as mourners to weep for our dead;<br>Grief in our breasts has grown weary of aching,<br>Green is the turf where our tears we have shed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While o'er their marbles the mosses are creeping,<br>Stealing each name and its legend away,<br>Give their proud story to Memory's keeping,<br>Shrined in the temple we hallow to-day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hushed are their battle-fields, ended their marches,<br>Deaf are their ears to the drum-beat of morn,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rise from the sod, ye fair columns and arches<br>Tell their bright deeds to the ages unborn!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Emblem and legend may fade from the portal,<br>Keystone may crumble and pillar may fall;<br>They were the builders whose work is immortal,<br>Crowned with the dome that is over us all!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</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=472443" data-title="Hymn For The Celebration At The Laying Of The Cornerstone Of Harvard Memorial Hall, Cambridge, October 6, 1870" data-description="NOT with the anguish of hearts that are breaking
Come we as mourners to weep for our dead;
Grief in our breasts has grown weary of aching,
Green is the turf where our tears we have shed.

While o'er their marbles the mosses are creeping,
Stealing ..."></div>
</div>
</div>