Emma Lazarus

"It comes not in such wise as she had deemed,         Else might she still have clung to her despair.     More tender, grateful than she could ha"

""Since that day till now our life is one unbroken paradise. We live a true brotherly life. Every evening after supper we take a seat under the mighty"

"O waters fresh and sweet and clear,     Where bathed her lovely frame,     Who seems the only lady unto me;     O gentle branch and dear,"

"Ten o'clock: the broken moon         Hangs not yet a half hour high,         Yellow as a shield of brass,     In the dewy air of June,"

"I.     Now the dreary winter's over,     Fled with him are grief and pain,     When the trees their bloom recover,     Then the soul is"

"Her languid pulses thrill with sudden hope,         That will not be forgot nor cast aside,     And life in statelier vistas seems to ope,"

"Music and silver chimes and sunlit air, Freighted with the scent of honeyed orange-flower; Glad, friendly festal faces everywhere. She, rapt from all"

"Therefore 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."

"Oft have I brooded on defeat and pain, The pathos of the stupid, stumbling throng. These I ignore to-day and only long To pour my soul forth in one tr"

"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"

"From the oped lattice glance once more abroad     While the ethereal moontide bathes with light     Hill, stream, and garden, and white-winding"

"Late-born and woman-souled I dare not hope,     The freshness of the elder lays, the might     Of manly, modern passion shall alight     Upon m"

"I never see, after nocturnal rain,     The wandering stars move through the air serene,     And flame forth 'twixt the dew-fall and the rime,"

"DRAMATIS PERSONAE.     DON JOHN of AUSTRIA.     JOSEF RIBERA, the Spagnoletto.     LORENZO, noble young Italian artist, pupil of Ribera."

"Let us go in: the air is dank and chill     With dewy midnight, and the moon rides high     O'er ghostly fields, pale stream, and spectral hill."

"Down the long hall she glistens like a star,     The foam-born mother of Love, transfixed to stone,     Yet none the less immortal, breathing on"

"1. Through cycles of darkness the diamond sleeps in its coal-black prison.     2. Purely incrusted in its scaly casket, the breath-tarnished pea"

"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;"

"On a background of pale gold     I would trace with quaint design,         Penciled fine,     Brilliant-colored, Moorish scenes,     Mosques a"

"1. Vast oceanic movements, the flux and reflux of immeasurable tides, oversweep our continent.     2. From the far Caucasian steppes, from the s"

"PSALM LXXXIV.     A brackish lake is there with bitter pools     Anigh its margin, brushed by heavy trees.     A piping wind the narrow"

"Almighty! what is man?     But flesh and blood.     Like shadows flee his days,     He marks not how they vanish from his gaze,     Suddenly,"

"Yon nightingale who mourns so plaintively     Perchance his fledglings or his darling mate,     Fills sky and earth with sweetness, warbling lat"

""Conquer the gloomy night of thy sorrow, for the morning greets      thee with laughter.     Rise and clothe thyself with noble pride,     Brea"

"Night, and beneath star-blazoned summer skies         Behold the Spirit of the musky South,     A creole with still-burning, languid eyes,"

"To my mother.    May, 1870.     The Landgrave Hermann held a gathering     Of minstrels, minnesingers, troubadours,     At Wartburg in h"

""Oh brew me a potion strong and good!         One golden drop in his wine     Shall charm his sense and fire his blood,         And    bend his"

"My thoughts impelled me to the resting-place     Where sleep my parents, many a friend and brother.     I asked them (no one heard and none repl"

"Yea, she hath looked Truth grimly face to face,         And drained unto the lees the proffered cup.     This silence is not patience, nor the g"

"I.     My two-score years and ten are over,      Never again shall youth be mine.     The years are ready-winged for flying,      Wh"

"I see it as it looked one afternoon     In August, - by a fresh soft breeze o'erblown.     The swiftness of the tide, the light thereon,     A"

"What hast thou done to this dear friend of mine,     Thou cold, white, silent Stranger?    From my hand     Her clasped hand slips to meet the g"

"With heavy groans did I approach my friends,     Heavy as though the mountains I would move.     The flagon they were murdering; they poured"

"Long in the lap of childhood didst thou sleep,     Think how thy youth like chaff did disappear;     Shall life's sweet Spring forever last? Loo"

"What art thou doing here, O Imagination?    Go away I entreat thee by the gods, as thou didst come, for I want thee not.    But thou art come"

"1. Daylong I brooded upon the Passion of Israel.     2. I saw him bound to the wheel, nailed to the cross, cut off by the sword, burned at the s"

"Gray earth, gray mist, gray sky:     Through vapors hurrying by,     Larger than wont, on high         Floats the horned, yellow moon.     Chi"

"What dainty note of long-drawn melody     Athwart our dreamless sleep rings sweet and clear,     Till all the fumes of slumber are brushed by,"

"1. Long, long has the Orient-Jew spun around his helplessness the cunningly enmeshed web of Talmud and Kabbala.     2. Imprisoned in dark corner"

"Light silken curtain, colorless and soft,     Dreamlike before me floating! what abides         Behind thy pearly veil's         Opaque, myster"

"The God of Love and I in wonder stared,     (Ne'er having gazed on miracles ere now,)     Upon my lady's smiling lips and brow,     Who only wi"

"POET.     My haunting grief has vanished like a dream,     Its floating fading memory seems one     With those frail mists born of the dawn's f"

"Across the Eastern sky has glowed     The flicker of a blood-red dawn,     Once more the clarion cock has crowed,     Once more the sword of Ch"

""Am I sipping the honey of the lips?     Am I drunk with the wine of a kiss?     Have I culled the flowers of the cheek,     Have I sucked the"

"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 surpr"

"1856.     Paris, from throats of iron, silver, brass,     Joy-thundering cannon, blent with chiming bells,     And martial strains, the f"

"Air and sky are swathed in gold         Fold on fold,     Light glows through the trees like wine.     Earth, sun-quickened, swoons for bliss"

"So, Calchas, on the sacred Palatine,     Thou thought of Mopsus, and o'er wastes of sea     A flower brought your message.    I divine     (Thr"

"I saw in dream the spirits unbegot,     Veiled, floating phantoms, lost in twilight space;     For one the hour had struck, he paused; the place"

"Now since nor grief nor fear was longer there,     Each thought on her fair face was clear to see,     Composed into the calmness of despair -"

"From Joshua Ibn Vives of Allorqui to his Former Master, Solomon Levi-Paul, de Santa-Maria, Bishop of Cartegna Chancellor of Castile, and Privy Cou"

"Down the goldenest of streams,         Tide of dreams,     The fair cradled man-child drifts;     Sways with cadenced motion slow,         To"

"The passion of despair is quelled at last;         The cruel sense of undeserved wrong,     The wild self-pity, these are also past;         Sh"

"Since thou and I have proven many a time     That all our hope betrays us and deceives,     To that consummate good which never grieves     Upl"

"1. Over a boundless plain went a man, carrying seed.     2. His face was blackened by sun and rugged from tempest, scarred and distorted by pain"

"Yet life is not a vision nor a prayer,         But stubborn work; she may not shun her task.     After the first compassion, none will spare"

"When the vexed hubbub of our world of gain     Roars round about me as I walk the street,     The myriad noise of Traffic, and the beat     Of"

"I.     As the blind Milton's memory of light,     The deaf Beethoven's phantasy of tone,     Wrought joys for them surpassing all things"

"O strange, dim other-world revealed to us,     Beginning there where ends reality,     Lying 'twixt life and death, and populous     With sou"

"My friend spoke with insinuating tongue:     "Drink wine, and thy flesh shall be made whole. Look how     it hisses in the leathern bottle like"