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=538032" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song of Marion's Men</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our band is few, but true and tried, <br>Our leader frank and bold; <br>The British soldier trembles <br>When Marion's name is told. <br>Our fortress is the good greenwood, <br>Our tent the cypress-tree; <br>We know the forest round us, <br>As seamen know the sea; <br>We know its walks of thorny vines, <br>Its glades of reedy grass, <br>Its safe and silent islands <br>Within the dark morass. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Woe to the English soldiery <br>That little dread us near! <br>On them shall light at midnight <br>A strange and sudden fear; <br>When, waking to their tents on fire, <br>They grasp their arms in vain, <br>And they who stand to face us <br>Are beat to earth again; <br>And they who fly in terror deem <br>A mighty host behind, <br>And hear the tramp of thousands <br>Upon the hollow wind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Then sweet the hour that brings release <br>From danger and from toil; <br>We talk the battle over, <br>And share the battle's spoil. <br>The woodland rings with laugh and shout, <br>As if a hunt were up, <br>And woodland flowers are gathered <br>To crown the soldier's cup. <br>With merry songs we mock the wind <br>That in the pine-top grieves, <br>And slumber long and sweetly <br>On beds of oaken leaves. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Well knows the fair and friendly moon <br>The band that Marion leads- <br>The glitter of their rifles, <br>The scampering of their steeds. <br>'Tis life to guide the fiery barb <br>Across the moonlight plain; <br>'Tis life to feel the night-wind <br>That lifts his tossing mane. <br>A moment in the British camp- <br>A moment - and away, <br>Back to the pathless forest, <br>Before the peep of day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Grave men there are by broad Santee, <br>Grave men with hoary hairs; <br>Their hearts are all with Marion, <br>For Marion are their prayers. <br>And lovely ladies greet our band, <br>With kindest welcoming, <br>With smiles like those of summer, <br>And tears like those of spring. <br>For them we wear these trusty arms, <br>And lay them down no more <br>Till we have driven the Briton, <br>Forever, from our shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cullen+Bryant">William Cullen Bryant</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=538032" data-title="Song of Marion's Men de William Cullen Bryant" data-description="Our band is few, but true and tried, 
Our leader frank and bold; 
The British soldier trembles 
When Marion's name is told. 
Our fortress is the good greenwood, 
Our tent the cypress-tree; 
We know the forest round us, 
As seamen know the sea; 
We..."></div>
</div>
</div>