Emma Lazarus

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

Emma Lazarus Poems

1. Work 6/29/2015
2. The New Year 4/26/2016
3. Niagara 3/27/2012
4. The Death Of Raschi 4/16/2010
5. Marjorie’s Wooing 4/16/2010
6. Sonnet 4/16/2010
7. Song From Heine 4/16/2010
8. Matins 4/16/2010
9. Morning 4/16/2010
10. In A Swedish Graveyard 4/16/2010
11. Mater Amabilis 4/16/2010
12. Phantasies 4/16/2010
13. The Day Of Dead Soldiers 4/16/2010
14. Gifts 4/16/2010
15. The Elixir 4/16/2010
16. To Carmen Sylva 4/16/2010
17. The Garden Of Adonis 4/16/2010
18. The Banner Of The Jew 4/16/2010
19. Saint Romualdo 4/16/2010
20. Lohengrin 4/16/2010
21. Agamemnon’s Tomb 4/16/2010
22. The Valley Of Baca 4/16/2010
23. On A Tuft Of Grass 4/16/2010
24. In Exile 4/16/2010
25. Reality 4/16/2010
26. Off Rough Point 4/16/2010
27. Restlessness 4/16/2010
28. On The Proposal To Erect A Monument In England To Lord Byron 4/16/2010
29. The Choice 4/16/2010
30. Song 4/16/2010
31. Idyl 4/16/2010
32. Spring Star 4/16/2010
33. Youth And Death 4/16/2010
34. The Birth Of Man 4/16/2010
35. The Guardian Of The Red Disk 4/16/2010
36. The Feast Of Lights 4/16/2010
37. In Memoriam 4/16/2010
38. Tannhauser 4/16/2010
39. Sic Semper Liberatoribus! 4/16/2010
40. The South 4/16/2010

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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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