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"Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land,
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame." |
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Emma Lazarus (1849-1887), U.S. poet. The New Colossus (l. 1-8). . .
America in Poetry. Charles Sullivan, ed. (1988) Harry N. Abrams.
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"Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of exiles." |
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Emma Lazarus (1849-1887), U.S. poet. The New Colossus.
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