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{{Ppoem|
1 <<< {{di|O}}nce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
{{fqm|"}}While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door— >>> 5
::::::{raven_green} Only this, and nothing more."
>> {{sc|The Raven}}
{raven_green}
2 <<< This stanza has the class <code>raven_green</code> applied
To the whole stanza.
>>
This stanza is block-right-aligned
Like this
<>
And this stanza is block-centred
Like this
>> {{sc|The Raven}}
<> ''The End''
}}
1 Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, "While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 5"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door— Only this, and nothing more." The Raven
2 This stanza has the class raven_green applied To the whole stanza.
This stanza is block-right-aligned Like this
And this stanza is block-centred Like this
The Raven
The End
1 Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, "While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 5"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door— Only this, and nothing more." The Raven
2 This stanza has the class raven_green applied To the whole stanza.
This stanza is block-right-aligned Like this
And this stanza is block-centred Like this
The Raven
The End
Indent
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{{Ppoem|
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door—
::::::Only this, and nothing more."
}}
}}
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door— Only this, and nothing more."
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door— Only this, and nothing more."
Page breaks
{{Ppoem|end=follow|
This is the first
page and the stanza
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{{Ppoem|start=follow|end=stanza|
continues into this page.
But then, the second
page ends at the end of
a stanza.}}
{{Ppoem|start=stanza|end=same-line|
And the next page
is a new stanza.
Then there is a really long
}}
{{Ppoem|start=same-line|end=close|
''line that continues onto the next page.''
And finally normal
Lines to the end.
}}
This is the first page and the stanza continues into this page.
But then, the second page ends at the end of a stanza.
And the next page is a new stanza. Then there is a really long
line that continues onto the next page.
And finally normal Lines to the end.
This is the first page and the stanza continues into this page.
But then, the second page ends at the end of a stanza.
And the next page is a new stanza. Then there is a really long
line that continues onto the next page.
And finally normal Lines to the end.
Drop initials
{{Ppoem|
{{dropinitial|B|image=Examination and confession-b24926760-025.jpg|imgsize=80px}}EHOLD these acts and scan them well
behold their pervers way:
These left the lord, these did his truth
which shold have ben their stay.
{{dropinitial|B}}EHOLD these acts and scan them well
behold their pervers way:
These left the lord, these did his truth
which shold have ben their stay.
{{dropinitial|B|fl="}}EHOLD these acts and scan them well
behold their pervers way:
These left the lord, these did his truth
which shold have ben their stay.
}}
EHOLD these acts and scan them well behold their pervers way: These left the lord, these did his truth which shold have ben their stay.
BEHOLD these acts and scan them well behold their pervers way: These left the lord, these did his truth which shold have ben their stay.
"BEHOLD these acts and scan them well behold their pervers way: These left the lord, these did his truth which shold have ben their stay.
EHOLD these acts and scan them well behold their pervers way: These left the lord, these did his truth which shold have ben their stay.
BEHOLD these acts and scan them well behold their pervers way: These left the lord, these did his truth which shold have ben their stay.
"BEHOLD these acts and scan them well behold their pervers way: These left the lord, these did his truth which shold have ben their stay.
Braces
{{Ppoem|
No Place so Sacred from such Fops is barr'd,
Nor is ''Paul's Church'' more safe than ''Paul's Church-yard'':
Nay, run to ''Altars''; ''there'' they'll talk you dead;
For ''Fools'' rush in where ''Angels'' fear to tread.
Distrustful ''Sense'' with modest Caution speaks; >>> {{brace2|3|r}}
It still ''looks home'', and ''short Excursions'' makes;
But ''ratling'' Nonsense in full ''Vollies'' breaks;
}}
No Place so Sacred from such Fops is barr'd, Nor is Paul's Church more safe than Paul's Church-yard: Nay, run to Altars; there they'll talk you dead; For Fools rush in where Angels fear to tread. Distrustful Sense with modest Caution speaks; It still looks home, and short Excursions makes; But ratling Nonsense in full Vollies breaks;
No Place so Sacred from such Fops is barr'd, Nor is Paul's Church more safe than Paul's Church-yard: Nay, run to Altars; there they'll talk you dead; For Fools rush in where Angels fear to tread. Distrustful Sense with modest Caution speaks; It still looks home, and short Excursions makes; But ratling Nonsense in full Vollies breaks;
Floating punctuation
{{Ppoem|
{{fqm}}No Place so Sacred from such Fops is barr'd,
Nor is ''Paul's Church'' more safe than ''Paul's Church-yard'':
Nay, run to ''Altars''; ''there'' they'll talk you dead;
}}