Emma Lazarus

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

Emma Lazarus Poems

41. Youth And Death 4/16/2010
42. The Birth Of Man 4/16/2010
43. Links 4/16/2010
44. The Guardian Of The Red Disk 4/16/2010
45. The Feast Of Lights 4/16/2010
46. In Memoriam 4/16/2010
47. Tannhauser 4/16/2010
48. Sic Semper Liberatoribus! 4/16/2010
49. Fra Pedro 4/16/2010
50. An Epistle 4/16/2010
51. Magnetism 4/16/2010
52. A Masque Of Venice 4/16/2010
53. Don Pedrillo 4/16/2010
54. Orpheus 4/16/2010
55. Arabesque 4/16/2010
56. Admetus: To My Friend, Ralph Waldo Emerson 4/16/2010
57. Afternoon 4/16/2010
58. Lohengrin: Proem 4/16/2010
59. Exultation 4/16/2010
60. Don Rafael 4/16/2010
61. Spring Longing 4/16/2010
62. Raschi In Prague 4/16/2010
63. Epochs 4/16/2010
64. In Memoriam—rev. J. J. Lyons 4/16/2010
65. Fog 4/16/2010
66. Dreams 4/16/2010
67. Florence Nightingale 4/16/2010
68. Age And Death 4/16/2010
69. Autumn Sadness 4/16/2010
70. The Supreme Sacrifice 1/3/2003
71. To R.W.E. 1/3/2003
72. The Taming Of The Falcon 1/3/2003
73. Venus Of The Louvre 1/3/2003
74. St Michael's Chapel 1/3/2003
75. The Crowing Of The Red Cock 1/3/2003
76. From One Augur To Another 1/3/2003
77. Critic And Poet: An Epilogue 1/3/2003
78. Symphonic Studies (After Schumann) 1/3/2003
79. The Cranes Of Ibicus 1/3/2003
80. The New Ezekiel 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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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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