Emma Lazarus

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

Emma Lazarus Poems

81. Bar Kochba 4/16/2010
82. Autumn Sadness 4/16/2010
83. August Moon 4/16/2010
84. Assurance 1/3/2003
85. Arabesque 4/16/2010
86. An Epistle 4/16/2010
87. Age And Death 4/16/2010
88. Agamemnon’s Tomb 4/16/2010
89. Afternoon 4/16/2010
90. Admetus: To My Friend, Ralph Waldo Emerson 4/16/2010
91. A Masque Of Venice 4/16/2010
92. A June Night 4/16/2010
93. 1492 1/3/2003
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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Paris, from throats of iron, silver, brass,
Joy-thundering cannon, blent with chiming bells,
And martial strains, the full-voiced pæan swells.
The air is starred with flags, the chanted mass
Throngs all the churches, yet the broad streets swarm
With glad-eyed groups who chatter, laugh, and pass,
In holiday confusion, class with class.

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