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Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,With conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall standA mighty woman with a torch, whose flameIs the imprisoned lightning, and her nameMother of Exiles. From her beacon-handGlows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes commandThe air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp! cries sheWith 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!Lazarus, Emma
Source: EMMA LAZARUS, The New Colossus, Emma Lazarus, Selection from Her Poetry and Prose, ed. Morris U. Schappes, pp. 4041 .Congress had allocated money to erect Frederic Bartholdis Statue of Liberty Enlightening the World, but had provided no money for a pedestal. A citizens committee invited famous authors to write appropriate words and donate their manuscripts for auction. Lazarus wrote this sonnet , which can be found on a plaque in the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty. The last four and a half lines are also engraved on the wall of the reception hall of John F. Kennedy International Airport, New York City.Dan Vogel, Emma Lazarus, pp. 157, 159 . · This quote is about uncategorised · Search on Google Books to find all references and sources for this quotation.
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