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=506500" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Poor Mailie's Elegy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lament in rhyme, lament in prose, <br>Wi' saut tears tricklin down your nose; <br>Our bardie's fate is at a close, <br>Past a' remead! <br>The last, sad cape-stane o' his woes; <br>Poor Mailie's dead! <br> <br>It's no the loss o' warl's gear, <br>That could sae bitter draw the tear, <br>Or mak our bardie, dowie, wear <br>The mourning weed: <br>He's lost a friend an' neebor dear <br>In Mailie dead. <br> <br>Thro' a' the town she trotted by him; <br>A lang half-mile she could descry him; <br>Wi kindly bleat, when she did spy him, <br>She ran wi' speed: <br>A friend mair faithfu' ne'er cam nigh him, <br>Than Mailie dead. <br> <br>I wat she was a sheep o' sense, <br>An' could behave hersel' wi' mense: <br>I'll say't, she never brak a fence, <br>Thro' thievish greed. <br>Our bardie, lanely, keeps the spence <br>Sin' Mailie's dead. <br> <br>Or, if he wanders up the howe, <br>Her livin image in her yowe <br>Comes bleating till him, owre the knowe, <br>For bits o' bread; <br>An' down the briny pearls rowe <br>For Mailie dead. <br> <br>She was nae get o' moorland tips, <br>Wi' tauted ket, an' hairy hips; <br>For her forbears were brought in ships, <br>Frae 'yont the Tweed. <br>A bonier fleesh ne'er cross'd the clips <br>Than Mailie's dead. <br> <br>Wae worth the man wha first did shape <br>That vile, wanchancie thing - a raip! <br>It maks guid fellows girn an' gape, <br>Wi' chokin dread; <br>An' Robin's bonnet wave wi' crape <br>For Mailie dead. <br> <br>O, a' ye bards on bonie Doon! <br>An' wha on Ayr your chanters tune! <br>Come, join the melancholious croon <br>O' Robin's reed! <br>His heart will never get aboon - <br>His Mailie's dead!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</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=506500" data-title="Poor Mailie's Elegy de Robert Burns" data-description="Lament in rhyme, lament in prose, 
Wi' saut tears tricklin down your nose; 
Our bardie's fate is at a close, 
Past a' remead! 
The last, sad cape-stane o' his woes; 
Poor Mailie's dead! 
 
It's no the loss o' warl's gear, 
That could sae bitter dr..."></div>
</div>
</div>