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://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Autumn Alma Mater</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">feels like lonely chilly autumn<br>leaves thrown asunder<br>ruffling the calm of lake<br>falling, scattering <br>all over your feet<br>each pace that you take</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">grasses dance feverishly <br>while sparing birds' songs <br>work an echo in a soul<br>still looking for a place <br>in his alma mater </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the old brass bell that long ago<br>held our hearts and mind, <br>fervently accompanied us through <br>every minute of school still hangs -<br>a solid air of authority -<br>a no nonsense master <br>recognising nothing<br>except the hourly call<br>to each new lesson, new knowledge </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the rows of crimson classes <br>still stand with quiet open doors <br>there, shadows of chairs <br>and tables gently cast <br>their geometric lines <br>the only element here<br>still at constant with my heart<br>a filamen that soothes<br>those yesteryears<br>I was shadow of shadows</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the blackboards beckon<br>holding gently at an attitude <br>that stamp of infinity <br>when it comes to learning</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the fiery glow of the setting sun<br>on the window panes<br>reflects those waves<br>of alma mater sentiments<br>and attachments tugging <br>at my heartstrings<br>a zither maestro <br>beating out his song</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">dedicated teachers<br>straight As geniuses<br>smart sports lads, <br>the overambitious<br>lonely hearts, libido driven bleary-yed boys, <br>bookworms, bullies, sissies - all now <br>but a cool reflective evening <br>for an unknown still trying to find<br>his footing in his old old school</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+Tiong+Chunghoo">John Tiong Chunghoo</a></strong></div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black