Emma Lazarus

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

Emma Lazarus Poems

1. The Supreme Sacrifice 1/3/2003
2. To R.W.E. 1/3/2003
3. Agamemnon’s Tomb 4/16/2010
4. Bar Kochba 4/16/2010
5. Gifts 4/16/2010
6. How Long? 4/16/2010
7. In A Swedish Graveyard 4/16/2010
8. Marjorie’s Wooing 4/16/2010
9. Mater Amabilis 4/16/2010
10. Matins 4/16/2010
11. Morning 4/16/2010
12. Lohengrin 4/16/2010
13. On A Tuft Of Grass 4/16/2010
14. On The Proposal To Erect A Monument In England To Lord Byron 4/16/2010
15. Phantasies 4/16/2010
16. Song From Heine 4/16/2010
17. Sonnet 4/16/2010
18. The Choice 4/16/2010
19. The Day Of Dead Soldiers 4/16/2010
20. The Death Of Raschi 4/16/2010
21. The Elixir 4/16/2010
22. The Banner Of The Jew 4/16/2010
23. The Garden Of Adonis 4/16/2010
24. The Valley Of Baca 4/16/2010
25. To Carmen Sylva 4/16/2010
26. Work 6/29/2015
27. The New Year 4/26/2016
28. Wings 4/16/2010
29. The World’s Justice 4/16/2010
30. The Birth Of Man 4/16/2010
31. The Feast Of Lights 4/16/2010
32. Spring Star 4/16/2010
33. Saint Romualdo 4/16/2010
34. Links 4/16/2010
35. Song 4/16/2010
36. Off Rough Point 4/16/2010
37. In Exile 4/16/2010
38. Idyl 4/16/2010
39. Heroes 4/16/2010
40. Arabesque 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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Destiny

1856

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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