This is an <a> tag:
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Visit the cats (their names are Square Root and Shadow!)

This uses <center> and <h1> tags:

This page incorporates one or more of most of the elementary HTML TAGS described in this course (except where such use would make the page unreliable or difficult to view.) Many optional ATTRIBUTES have been included as well. It is NOT intended to be a "pretty" page; quite the opposite - it has so many different styles it's probably borderline offensive! With this in mind, here it is:

Here are examples of chardef's:
HTML tags appear within angle brackets as such: <br> (the break tag.)
The British have a currency standard expressed in £ (the pound sign.)

I used <br> tags to place these
next
words
on
separate
lines!

I
could
have
done
it
this
way,
too, using the <pre> tag. And even    used    tabs.

This is centered using the align attribute of the <p> tag...

To be, or not to be: that is the question; Whether `tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, `tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep; perchance to dream: ay there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.

Now, some nested lists (all <ul>):

• This is an item in list 1
• So is this
  • This in list 2
  • So is this
    • List 3
• Back to list 1

Here are 10 different logical semantic markup tags (in an <ol> list):

1. <em> Let me emphasize this, or
2. <strong> say it strong.
3. <code> Maybe it should look like computer code or
4. <samp> sample text or
5. <kbd> something entered from the keyboard or
6. <var> the name of a variable or
7. <dfn> a definition of something or
8. <cite> just something I've CITEd from elsewhere...
9. <abbr> "abbr" is the abbreviation for "abbreviation".
10. <acronym> "ATM" is an acronym for "Automatic Teller Machine", so if you say "I'm going to the ATM Machine", you are using what I call an "ac-re-DUN-da-nym"... Others include "PIN Number" and, my favorite, "ABS Brake System"...

A <dl> definition list:

TERM: Jumbo shrimp

A big little something

TERM: Driveway

Somewhere you park

TERM: Parkway

Somewhere you drive

TERM: Reverse Backslash

Get serious... It's a (forward?) SLASH!

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Align="left": To be, or not to be: that is the question; Whether `tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, `tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep; perchance to dream: ay there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.

Align="right": To be, or not to be: that is the question; Whether `tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, `tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep; perchance to dream: ay there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.

A new paragraph...

Slim cat (height and width specified):

The <address> tag: