Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus

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Emma Lazarus (July 22, 1849 – November 19, 1887) was an American author of poetry, prose, and translations, as well as an activist for Jewish causes.
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The Supreme Sacrifice

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Well-nigh two thousand years hath Israel Suffered the scorn of man for love of God;
Endured the outlaw's ban, the yoke, the rod,
With perfect patience
Empires rose and fell,
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Heroes

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In rich Virginian woods,
The scarlet creeper reddens over graves,
Among the solemn trees enlooped with vines;
Heroic spirits haunt the solitudes,—The noble souls of half a million braves,
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August Moon

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Look
the round-cheeked moon floats high,
In the glowing August sky,
Quenching all her neighbor stars,
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From One Augur to Another

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So,
Calchas, on the sacred Palatine,
You thought of Mopsus, and o'er wastes of sea A flower brought your message
I divine (Through my deep art) the kindly mockery That played about your lips and in your eyes,
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The New Colossus

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Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall standA mighty woman with a torch, whose
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her
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The Cranes of Ibicus

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Here was a man who watched the river flow Past the huge town, one gray November day
Round him in narrow high-piled streets at
The boys made merry as they saw him go,
Murmuring half-loud, with eyes upon the stream,
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Epochs

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"The epochs of our life are not in the facts, but in thesilent thought by the wayside as we walk
"—EmersonI
Youth
Sweet empty sky of June without a stain,
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Long Island Sound

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I see it as it looked one afternoon In August,-by a fresh soft breeze o'erblown
The swiftness of the tide, the light thereon,
A far-off sail, white as a crescent moon
The shining waters with pale currents strewn,
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Life and Art

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Not while the fever of the blood is strong,
The heart throbs loud, the eyes are veiled, no less With passion than with tears, the Muse shall bless The poet-sould to help and soothe with song
Not then she bids his trembling lips express T...
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Gifts

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"O World-God, give me Wealth
" the Egyptian cried
His prayer was granted
High as heaven,
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Marriage Bells

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Music and silver chimes and sunlit air,
Freighted with the scent of honeyed orange-flower;
Glad, friendly festal faces everywhere
She, rapt from all in this unearthly hour,
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Fog

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Light silken curtain, colorless and soft,
Dreamlike before me floating
what
Behind thy pearly
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Arabesque

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On a background of pale goldI would trace with quaint design,
Penciled fine,
Brilliant-colored,
Moorish scenes,
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Destiny

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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 bro...
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Dreams

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A
AM of lilies: all the blooming earth,
A garden full of fairies and of flowers;
Its only music the glad cry of mirth,
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Sympathy

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Therefore I dare reveal my private woe,
The secret blots of my imperfect heart,
Nor strive to shrink or swell mine own desert,
Nor beautify nor hide
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