The New Colossus. Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame. With - TopicsExpress



          

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-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" by Emma Lazarus, New York City, 1883.
Posted on: Fri, 09 Aug 2013 02:34:54 +0000

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