Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. Emma Lazarus More Quotes by Emma Lazarus More Quotes From Emma Lazarus 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. Emma Lazarus tiredfreedominspirational Until we are all free, we are none of us free. Emma Lazarus marginalization Life's sharpest rapture is surcease of pain. Emma Lazarus rapturepain 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. Emma Lazarus sunsetnew-yorkmother Let our first care today be the re-establishment of our physical strength, the reconstruction of our national organism, so that in future, where the respect due to us cannot be won by entreaty, it may be commanded, and where it cannot be commanded, it may be enforced. Emma Lazarus caremaytoday I am never going to write for the sake of writing. Emma Lazarus sakewriting No man had ever heard a nightingale, When once a keen-eyed naturalist was stirred To study and define -- what is a bird. Emma Lazarus studybirdmen The Jewish problem is as old as history, and assumes in each age a new form. The life or death of millions of human beings hangs upon its solution; its agitation revives the fiercest passions for good and for evil that inflame the human breast. Emma Lazarus passionageevil There is no comfort looking forth nor back, The present gives the lie to all her past. Emma Lazarus givinglyingpast My own curiosity and interest are insatiable. Emma Lazarus insatiableinterestcuriosity Thick February mists cling heavily To the dead earth and to each leafless tree, And closer down upon the hilltops draw, Dull forecasts there of bright, sure-coming spring; Yet the heart gathers hope and strange delight From this dear, unlovely, wished-for sight Of leaden-misted twilights lengthening. Emma Lazarus twilightheartspring The little and the great are joined in one By God's great force. The wondrous golden sun Is linked unto the glow-worm's tiny spark; The eagle soars to heaven in his flight; And in those realms of space, all bathed in light, Soar none except the eagle and the lark. Emma Lazarus eaglesspacelight I seem to have always one little window looking but into life. Emma Lazarus littleslifewindow Naught is too small and soft to turn and sting. Emma Lazarus turns Thou two-faced year, Mother of Change and Fate... Emma Lazarus fatemotheryears Jews are the intensive form of any nationality whose language and customs they adopt. Emma Lazarus jewformlanguage Poetry must be simple, sensuous, or impassioned. Emma Lazarus impassionedpoetrysimple 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 angelfirewind Kindle the taper like the steadfast star Emma Lazarus starsshiningnight The soul, at peace, reflects the peace without, Forgetting grief as sunset skies forget The morning's transient shower. Emma Lazarus griefmorningpeace
