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 New Year 4/26/2016
85. The South 4/16/2010
86. The Supreme Sacrifice 1/3/2003
87. The Taming Of The Falcon 1/3/2003
88. The Valley Of Baca 4/16/2010
89. The World’s Justice 4/16/2010
90. To Carmen Sylva 4/16/2010
91. To R.W.E. 1/3/2003
92. Venus Of The Louvre 1/3/2003
93. Wings 4/16/2010
94. Work 6/29/2015
95. 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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St Michael's Chapel

When the vexed hubbub of our world of gain
Roars round about me as I walk the street,
The myriad noise of Traffic, and the beat
Of Toil's incessant hammer, the fierce strain
Of struggle hand to hand and brain to brain,
Ofttimes a sudden dream my sense will cheat,
The gaudy shops, the sky-piled roofs retreat,
And all at once I stand enthralled again
Within a marble minster over-seas.

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