The Poems of Emma Lazarus ...: Narrative, lyric, and dramaticHoughton, Mifflin, 1888 |
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Admetus Alcestis ANNICCA beauty bless brain breath bright brow child cloud crown dance dark dead dear death divine DON JOHN DON TOMMASO dream earth Emma Lazarus Exit eyes face faith fate father fear FIAMETTA flame flowers gaze George Eliot glow gods gold golden grace grass grave gray grief hands hast hath head heard heart heaven hope hour IBYCUS impossible creature Jews John of Austria Judaism king kiss light lips living look lord LORENZO LUCA lyre MARIA midst morn Naples naught neath night o'er once pain passed passion peace poems prayer Prince RIBERA rich ROBERT SCHUMANN SCENE shadow shine silent Sistine Chapel skies sleep smile soft song soul Spagnoletto spake spirit splendor stir strange strange paradise sweet Tannhäuser tears thee Thessaly thine Thou art thought to-day twixt unto veil voice weary wild words
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Page 27 - The idea that I am possessed with is that of restoring a political existence to my people, making them a nation again, giving them a national centre, such as the English have, though they too are scattered over the face of the globe.
Page 203 - 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!
Page 27 - That is a task which presents itself to me as a duty : I am resolved to begin it, however feebly. I am resolved to devote my life to it. At the least, I may awaken a movement in other minds, such as has been awakened in my own.
Page 203 - VENUS OF THE LOUVRE DOWN the long hall she glistens like a star, The foam-born mother of Love, transfixed to stone, Yet none the less immortal, breathing on. Time's brutal hand hath maimed but could not mar. When first the enthralled enchantress from afar Dazzled mine eyes, I saw not her alone, Serenely poised on her world-worshipped throne, As when she guided once her dove-drawn car, — But at her feet a pale, death-stricken Jew, Her life adorer, sobbed farewell to love. Here Heine wept ! Here...
Page 202 - SuCCeSS Oft have I brooded on defeat and pain, The pathos of the stupid, stumbling throng. These I ignore to-day and only long To pour my soul forth in one trumpet strain. One clear, grief-shattering, triumphant song. For all the victories of man's high endeavor, Palm-bearing, laureled deeds that live forever, The splendor clothing him whose will is strong. Hast thou beheld the deep, glad eyes of one Who has persisted and achieved? Rejoice! On naught diviner shines the all-seeing sun. Salute him...
Page 12 - Germany have no secret for you - and your characters are drawn with a pencil as delicate as it is strong. I feel very proud of the approbation you give to my works - and of the influence you kindly attribute to them on your own talent; an author who writes as you do is not a 'pupil in art' any more; he is not far from being himself a master.
Page 214 - There was a man who watched the river flow Past the huge town, one gray November day. Round him in narrow high-piled streets at play The boys made merry as they saw him go, Murmuring half-loud, with eyes upon the stream, The immortal screed he held within his hand. For he was walking in an April land With Faust and Helen.
Page 26 - I see, I see How Israel's ever-crescent glory makes These flames that would eclipse it, dark as blots Of candle-light against the blazing sun. We die a thousand deaths,— drown, bleed, and burn; Our ashes are dispersed unto the winds. Yet the wild winds cherish the sacred seed, The waters guard it in their crystal heart, The fire refuseth to consume.
Page 167 - Down the goldenest of streams, Tide of dreams, The fair cradled man-child drifts; Sways with cadenced motion slow, To and fro, As the mother-foot, poised lightly, falls and lifts. He, the firstling, — he, the light Of her sight, — He, the breathing pledge of love, 'Neath the holy passion lies, Of her eyes, — Smiles to feel the warm, life-giving ray above. She believes that in his vision, Skies elysian O'er an angel people shine.
Page 21 - Mizpeh's mountain-ridge they saw Jerusalem's empty streets, her shrine Laid waste where Greeks profaned the Law, With idol and with pagan sign. Mourners in tattered black were there, With ashes sprinkled on their hair. Then from the stony peak there rang A blast to ope the graves: down poured The Maccabean clan, who sang Their battle-anthem to the Lord. Five heroes lead, and following, see, Ten thousand rush to victory! Oh for Jerusalem's trumpet now, To blow a blast of shattering power, To wake...