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Patternslib is a JavaScript library that enables designers to build rich interactive prototypes without the need for writing any Javascript. All events are triggered by classes and other attributes in the HTML, without abusing the HTML as a programming la
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HTML
<html>
<head>
<title>Demo page</title>
<meta charset="utf-8">
</head>
<body>
<article id="pos-1">
<figure>
<img src="rilke.jpg" alt="" />
</figure>
<h3>Immer wieder</h3>
<p>
Immer wieder, ob wir der Liebe Landschaft auch kennen<br />und
den kleinen Kirchhof mit seinen klagenden Namen<br />
und die furchtbar verschweigende Schlucht, in welcher die
anderen<br />
enden: immer wieder gehn wir zu zweien hinaus<br />unter die
alten Bäume, lagern uns immer wieder<br />
zwischen die Blumen, gegenüber dem Himmel.
</p>
<p>
<em>— Rainer Maria Rilke</em>
</p>
</article>
<article id="pos-2">
<figure>
<img src="wilde.jpg" alt="" />
</figure>
<h3>A vision</h3>
<p>
Two crowned Kings, and One that stood alone<br />With no green
weight of laurels round his head,<br />But with sad eyes as one
uncomforted,<br />And wearied with man's never-ceasing moan<br />For
sins no bleating victim can atone,<br />And sweet long lips with
tears and kisses fed.<br />Girt was he in a garment black and
red,<br />And at his feet I marked a broken stone<br />Which
sent up lilies, dove-like, to his knees.<br />Now at their
sight, my heart being lit with flame,<br />I cried to Beatrice,
'Who are these? '<br />And she made answer, knowing well each
name,<br />'AEschylos first, the second Sophokles,<br />And last
(wide stream of tears!) Euripides.'
</p>
<p>
<em>— Oscar Wilde</em>
</p>
</article>
<article id="pos-3">
<figure>
<img src="cocteau.jpg" alt="" />
</figure>
<h3>Le dieu nu</h3>
<p id="dieu-nu-p-1">
Il allait en silence au milieu des risées –<br />
Il feignait d’être sourd à l’unanime affront –<br />
Il souriait avec des lèvres défrisées –<br />
Un bandeau noir ceignait les boucles de son front –
</p>
<p id="dieu-nu-p-2">
Et je lui demandai : « Jeune homme aux membres frêles<br />
Es-tu l’amour ? » -- Alors il me répondit : Non !<br />
Je marche en me cachant à l’ombre de ses ailes,<br />
Et je suis le dieu nu qui ne dit pas son nom.
</p>
<p>
<em>— Jean Cocteau</em>
</p>
</article>
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</body>
</html>