EMMA LAZARUS QUOTES

American poet (1849-1887)

Emma Lazarus quote

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!

EMMA LAZARUS, "The New Colossus"

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Lo--a black line of birds in wavering thread
Bore him the greetings of the deathless dead!

EMMA LAZARUS, The Cranes of Ibicus

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Until we are all free, we are none of us free.

EMMA LAZARUS, An Epistle to the Hebrews

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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. For this I know,
That even as I am, thou also art.

EMMA LAZARUS, "Sympathy"

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The soul, at peace, reflects the peace without,
Forgetting grief as sunset skies forget
The morning's transient shower.

EMMA LAZARUS, "Afternoon"

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When angels visit earth, the messengers
Of God's decree, they come as lightning, wind:
Before the throne, they all are living fire.

EMMA LAZARUS, "The Birth of Man: A Legend of the Talmud"

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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.

EMMA LAZARUS, "The New Colossus"

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Hark to the music! How beneath the strain
Of reckless revelry, vibrates and sobs
One fundamental chord of constant pain,
The pulse-beat of the poet's heart that throbs.

EMMA LAZARUS, "Chopin"

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Sweet empty sky of June without a stain,
Faint, gray-blue dewy mists on far-off hills
Warm, yellow sunlight flooding mead and plain,
That each dark copse and hollow overfills;
The rippling laugh of unseen, rain-fed rills,
Weeds delicate-flowered, white and pink and gold,
A murmur and a singing manifold.

EMMA LAZARUS, "Epochs: I. Youth"

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When the stunned soul can first lift tired eyes
On her changed world of ruin, waste, and wrack,
Ah, what a pang of aching sharp surprise
Brings all sweet memories of the lost past back,
With wild, self-pitying grief of one betrayed,
Duped in a land of dreams where Truth is dead!

EMMA LAZARUS, "Epochs: V. Surprise"

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Naught is too small and soft to turn and sting.

EMMA LAZARUS, "Epochs: VI. Grief"

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Poetry must be simple, sensuous, or impassioned.

EMMA LAZARUS, "Critic and Poet: An Apologue"

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The eye is filled with beauty, and the heart
Rejoiced with sense of life and peace renewed;
And yet at such an hour as this, upstart
Vague myriad longings, restless, unsubdued,
And causeless tears from melancholy mood,
Strange discontent with earth's and nature's best,
Desires and yearnings that may find no rest.

EMMA LAZARUS, "Epochs: III. Longing"

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Through all these years my couch thou didst prepare.
Thou art supreme Love--kiss me--I am thine!

EMMA LAZARUS, "Age and Death"

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Alive the festal air
With gauze-winged creatures fair,
That flicker everywhere,
Dart, poise, and flash along.

EMMA LAZARUS, "Matins"

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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-soul to help and soothe with song.
Not then she bids his trembling lips express
The aching gladness, the voluptuous pain.
Life is his poem then; flesh, sense, and brain
One full-stringed lyre attuned to happiness.

EMMA LAZARUS, "Life and Art"

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Then Nature shaped a poet's heart -- a lyre
From out whose chords the lightest breeze that blows
Drew trembling music, wakening sweet desire.

EMMA LAZARUS, "Chopin"

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The gray, austere old earth renews her youth
With dew-lines, sunshine, gossamer, and haze.
How still she lies and dreams, and veils the truth,
While all is fresh as in the early days!

EMMA LAZARUS, "Epochs: I. Youth"

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There is no comfort looking forth nor back,
The present gives the lie to all her past.

EMMA LAZARUS, "Epochs: VI. Grief"

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I seem to have always one little window looking but into life.

EMMA LAZARUS, obituary, Century Magazine, 1887

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