 | 1960 - 908 pages
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 | 1885 - 420 pages
...emigrant, and Emma Lazarus has thus imagined the colossus endowed with speech : " Keep, ancient lands, vour 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,... | |
 | Emma Lazarus - 1888 - 362 pages
...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...homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door ! " VENUS OF THE LOUVRE. the long hall she glistens like a star, The foam-born mother... | |
 | Emma Lazarus - 1888 - 364 pages
...name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome ; her mild eyes command SUCCESS. The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. " Keep,...cries she With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these,... | |
 | Emma Lazarus - 1888 - 396 pages
...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 SUCCESS. The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. " Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp !... | |
 | Charles Henry Crandall - 1890 - 524 pages
...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...homeless, tempest-tost, to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door ! " EMMA LAZARUS. THE UNDINES' DANCE. UPON the silver beach the undines dance With... | |
 | 1946 - 260 pages
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 | Phillips Brooks, H. L. S., L. H. S. - 1892 - 384 pages
...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...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... | |
 | 1893 - 472 pages
...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...homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door !" THE UNDINES' DANCE. UPON the silver beach the undines dance With interlinking arms... | |
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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-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door! 
