Emma Lazarus

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

Quotations

  • ''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.''
    Emma Lazarus (1849-1887), U.S. poet. The New Colossus (l. 1-8). . . America in Poetry. Charles Sullivan, ed. (1988) Harry N. Abrams.
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  • ''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.''
    Emma Lazarus (1849-1887), U.S. poet. The New Colossus.
  • ''"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 homeless, tempest-tossed, to me;
    I lift my lamp beside the golden door."''
    Emma Lazarus (1849-1887), U.S. poet. The New Colossus (1886). Written for inscription on the Statue of Liberty.
  • ''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 homeless, tempest-tost to me.
    I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"''
    Emma Lazarus (1849-1887), U.S. poet. The New Colossus (l. 10-14). . . America in Poetry. Charles Sullivan, ed. (1988) Harry N. Abrams.
  • ''Still on Israel's head forlorn,
    Every nation heaps its scorn.''
    Emma Lazarus (1849-1887), U.S. poet. The World's Justice.

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City Visions

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As the blind Milton's memory of light,
The deaf Beethoven's phantasy of tone,
Wroght joys for them surpassing all things known
In our restricted sphere of sound and sight,--
So while the glaring streets of brick and stone
Vix with heat, noise, and dust from morn till night,
I will give rein to Fancy, taking flight

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