Emma Lazarus

(22 July 1849 – 19 November 1887 / New York City / United States)

Emma Lazarus Poems

81. The Guardian Of The Red Disk 4/16/2010
82. The New Colossus 1/3/2003
83. The New Ezekiel 1/3/2003
84. The South 4/16/2010
85. The Supreme Sacrifice 1/3/2003
86. The Taming Of The Falcon 1/3/2003
87. The Valley Of Baca 4/16/2010
88. The World’s Justice 4/16/2010
89. To Carmen Sylva 4/16/2010
90. To R.W.E. 1/3/2003
91. Venus Of The Louvre 1/3/2003
92. Wings 4/16/2010
93. Work 6/29/2015
94. Youth And Death 4/16/2010
Best Poem of Emma Lazarus

The New Colossus

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.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the ...

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Work

Yet life is not a vision nor a prayer,
But stubborn work; she may not shun her task.
After the first compassion, none will spare
Her portion and her work achieved, to ask.
She pleads for respite,—she will come ere long
When, resting by the roadside, she is strong.

Nay, for the hurrying throng of passers-by
Will crush her with their onward-rolling stream.

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