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| notes = "The New Colossus" is a sonnet by Emma Lazarus (1849-1887), written in 1883 and, in 1903, engraved on a bronze plaque and mounted inside the [[w:Statue of Liberty|Statue of Liberty]]. {{wikipediaref|The New Colossus}} |
| notes = "The New Colossus" is a sonnet by Emma Lazarus (1849-1887), written in 1883 and, in 1903, engraved on a bronze plaque and mounted inside the [[w:Statue of Liberty|Statue of Liberty]]. {{wikipediaref|The New Colossus}} |
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Not like the [[w:Colossus of Rhodes|brazen giant of Greek fame]], |
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With conquering limbs astride from land to land; |
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Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand |
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A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame |
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Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name |
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Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand |
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Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command |
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The air-bridged [[w:New York Harbor|harbor]] that twin cities frame. |
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"Keep, [[w:Old World|ancient lands]], your storied pomp!" cries she |
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With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, |
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Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, |
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The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. |
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Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, |
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I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" |
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Latest revision as of 17:36, 2 May 2017
Sonnets.
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The New Colossus
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.
"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-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
1883.
(Written in aid of Bartholdi Pedestal Fund.)
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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