Emma Lazarus
Emma Lazarus
Emma Lazaruswas an American poet born in New York City...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth22 July 1849
CityNew York City, NY
CountryUnited States of America
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I am perfectly conscious that this contempt and hatred underlies the general tone of the community towards us, and yet when I even remotely hint at the fact that we are not a favorite people I am accused of stirring up strife and setting barriers between the two sects.
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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.
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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!
head heaps nation
Still on Israel's head forlorn,/ Every nation heaps its scorn.
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The particular article ought in my opinion to be treated with absolute contempt. It is too vile to touch.
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His cup is gall, his meat is tears,/ His passion lasts a thousand years.
angel wind fire
When angels visit earth, the messengers Of God's decree, they come as lightning, wind: Before the throne, they all are living fire.
pain rapture
Life's sharpest rapture is surcease of pain.
language form jew
Jews are the intensive form of any nationality whose language and customs they adopt.
curiosity interest insatiable
My own curiosity and interest are insatiable.
spring twilight heart
Thick February mists cling heavily To the dead earth and to each leafless tree, And closer down upon the hilltops draw, Dull forecasts there of bright, sure-coming spring; Yet the heart gathers hope and strange delight From this dear, unlovely, wished-for sight Of leaden-misted twilights lengthening.
writing sake
I am never going to write for the sake of writing.
mother new-york sunset
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.
light psalms hanukkah
Still ours the dance, the feast, the glorious Psalm, The mystic lights of emblem, and the Word.