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=529098" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dies Irae</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On that great, that awful day, <br>This vain world shall pass away. <br>Thus the sibyl sang of old, <br>Thus hath holy David told. <br>There shall be a deadly fear <br>When the Avenger shall appear, <br>And unveiled before his eye <br>All the works of man shall lie. <br>Hark! to the great trumpet's tones <br>Pealing o'er the place of bones: <br>Hark! it waketh from their bed <br>All the nations of the dead,-- <br>In a countless throng to meet, <br>At the eternal judgment seat. <br>Nature sickens with dismay, <br>Death may not retain its prey; <br>And before the Maker stand <br>All the creatures of his hand. <br>The great book shall be unfurled, <br>Whereby God shall judge the world; <br>What was distant shall be near, <br>What was hidden shall be clear. <br>To what shelter shall I fly? <br>To what guardian shall I cry? <br>Oh, in that destroying hour, <br>Source of goodness, Source of power, <br>Show thou, of thine own free grace, <br>Help unto a helpless race. <br>Though I plead not at thy throne <br>Aught that I for thee have done, <br>Do not thou unmindful be, <br>Of what thou hast borne for me: <br>Of the wandering, of the scorn, <br>Of the scourge, and of the thorn. <br>Jesus, hast thou borne the pain, <br>And hath all been borne in vain? <br>Shall thy vengeance smite the head <br>For whose ransom thou hast bled? <br>Thou, whose dying blessing gave <br>Glory to a guilty slave: <br>Thou, who from the crew unclean <br>Didst release the Magdalene: <br>Shall not mercy vast and free, <br>Evermore be found in thee? <br>Father, turn on me thine eyes, <br>See my blushes, hear my cries; <br>Faint though be the cries I make, <br>Save me for thy mercy's sake, <br>From the worm, and from the fire, <br>From the torments of thine ire. <br>Fold me with the sheep that stand <br>Pure and safe at thy right hand. <br>Hear thy guilty child implore thee, <br>Rolling in the dust before thee. <br>Oh the horrors of that day! <br>When this frame of sinful clay, <br>Starting from its burial place, <br>Must behold thee face to face. <br>Hear and pity, hear and aid, <br>Spare the creatures thou hast made. <br>Mercy, mercy, save, forgive, <br>Oh, who shall look on thee and live?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Babbington+Macaulay">Thomas Babbington Macaulay</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=529098" data-title="Dies Irae de Thomas Babbington Macaulay" data-description="On that great, that awful day, 
This vain world shall pass away. 
Thus the sibyl sang of old, 
Thus hath holy David told. 
There shall be a deadly fear 
When the Avenger shall appear, 
And unveiled before his eye 
All the works of man shall lie. 
..."></div>
</div>
</div>