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=473259" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MY limbs are wasted with a flame,<br>  My feet are sore with travelling,<br> For calling on my Lady's name<br>  My lips have now forgot to sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O Linnet in the wild-rose brake<br>  Strain for my Love thy melody,<br> O Lark sing louder for love's sake,<br>  My gentle Lady passeth by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She is too fair for any man<br>  To see or hold his heart's delight,<br> Fairer than Queen or courtezan<br>  Or moon-lit water in the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves,<br>  (Green leaves upon her golden hair!)<br> Green grasses through the yellow sheaves<br>  Of autumn corn are not more fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Her little lips, more made to kiss<br>  Than to cry bitterly for pain,<br> Are tremulous as brook-water is,<br>  Or roses after evening rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Her neck is like white melilote<br>  Flushing for pleasure of the sun,<br> The throbbing of the linnet's throat<br>  Is not so sweet to look upon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> As a pomegranate, cut in twain,<br>  White-seeded, is her crimson mouth,<br> Her cheeks are as the fading stain<br>  Where the peach reddens to the south.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O twining hands! O delicate<br>  White body made for love and pain!<br> O House of love! O desolate<br>  Pale flower beaten by the rain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oscar+Wilde">Oscar Wilde</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=473259" data-title="La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente de Oscar Wilde" data-description="MY limbs are wasted with a flame,
  My feet are sore with travelling,
 For calling on my Lady's name
  My lips have now forgot to sing.

 O Linnet in the wild-rose brake
  Strain for my Love thy melody,
 O Lark sing louder for love's sake,
  My ge..."></div>
</div>
</div>