RobinNixon
33 lines
1.0 KiB
HTML
33 lines
1.0 KiB
HTML
<!DOCTYPE html>
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<html> <!—- multiplecolumns.html -->
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<head>
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<title>Multiple Columns</title>
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<style>
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.columns {
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text-align :justify;
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font-size :16pt;
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column-count :3;
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column-gap :1em;
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column-rule :1px solid black;
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}
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</style>
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</head>
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<body>
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<div class='columns'>
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Now is the winter of our discontent
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Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
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And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
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In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
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Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
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Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
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Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
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Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
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Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
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And now, instead of mounting barded steeds
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To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
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He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
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To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
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</div>
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</body>
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</html>
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