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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. Lazarus, Emma

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Emma Lazarus (July 22, 1849 November 19, 1887) was an American poet born in New York City. · Can we improve this biography? Write us your version.

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