Emma Lazarus

"Come closer, kind, white, long-familiar friend,         Embrace me, fold me to thy broad, soft breast.     Life has grown strange and cold, but"

"There was a man who watched the river flow     Past the huge town, one gray November day.     Round him in narrow high-piled streets at play"

"She feels outwearied, as though o'er her head         A storm of mighty billows broke and passed.     Whose hand upheld her?    Who her footstep"

"And so we twain must part! Oh linger yet,     Let me still feed my glance upon thine eyes.     Forget not, love, the days of our delight,     A"

""See'st thou o'er my shoulders falling,     Snake-like ringlets waving free?     Have no fear, for they are twisted     To allure thee unto me."

"In rich Virginian woods,     The scarlet creeper reddens over graves,     Among the solemn trees enlooped with vines;     Heroic spirits ha"

"All stupor of surprise hath passed away;         She sees, with clearer vision than before,     A world far off of light and laughter gay,"

"Where is the man who has been tried and found strong and sound?     Where is the friend of reason and of knowledge?     I see only sceptics and"

"I.     A    dream of interlinking hands, of feet     Tireless to spin the unseen, fairy woof,     Of the entangling waltz.    Bright eyeb"

""I would not have," he said,     "Tears, nor the black pall, nor the wormy grave,     Grief's hideous panoply I would not have         Roun"

"Forget thine anguish,     Vexed heart, again.     Why shouldst thou languish,     With earthly pain?     The husk shall slumber,     Bedded i"

"Oh, that the golden lyre divine     Whence David smote flame-tones were mine!     Oh, that the silent harp which hung          Untuned, unstrun"

"There is a hungry longing in the soul,         A craving sense of emptiness and pain,     She may not satisfy nor yet control,         For all"

"But yesterday the earth drank like a child     With eager thirst the autumn rain.     Or like a wistful bride who waits the hour     Of love's"

"A Legend of the Talmud.             I.     When angels visit earth, the messengers     Of God's decree, they come as lightning, wind:"

"Born July 22, 1849; Died November 19, 1887.     One hesitates to lift the veil and throw the light upon a life so     hidden and a perso"

"How strange, in some brief interval of rest,         Backward to look on her far-stretching past.     To see how much is conquered and repressed"

"MUSE.     Give me a kiss, my poet, take thy lyre;     The buds are bursting on the wild sweet-briar.     To-night the Spring is born - the bree"

"ROSH-HASHANAH, 5643.     Not while the snow-shroud round dead earth is rolled,     And naked branches point to frozen skies, -     Wh"

"How long, and yet how long,     Our leaders will we hail from over seas,     Master and kings from feudal monarchies,         And mock thei"

"Unto the house of prayer my spirit yearns,     Unto the sources of her being turns,     To where the sacred light of heaven burns,     She stru"

"The noble Column, the green Laurel-tree     Are fall'n, that shaded once my weary mind.     Now I have lost what I shall never find,     From N"

"By the impulse of my will,         By the red flame in my blood,     By me nerves' electric thrill,         By the passion of my mood,     My"

"An Apologue.     ("Poetry must be simple, sensuous, or impassioned; this man is neither simple, sensuous, nor impassioned; therefore he is"

"The golden harvest-tide is here, the corn     Bows its proud tops beneath the reaper's hand.     Ripe orchards' plenteous yields enrich the land"

"O city of the world, with sacred splendor blest,     My spirit yearns to thee from out the far-off West,     A stream of love wells forth when I"

""O World-God, give me Wealth!" the Egyptian cried.     His prayer was granted. High as heaven, behold     Palace and Pyramid; the brimming tide"

"I.     Over the lamp-lit street,     Trodden by hurrying feet,     Where mostly pulse and beat         Life's throbbing veins,     See"

"1. Moses Ben Maimon lifting his perpetual lamp over the path of the perplexed;     2. Hallevi, the honey-tongued poet, wakening amid the silent"

"1. The Spanish noon is a blaze of azure fire, and the dusty pilgrims crawl like an endless serpent along treeless plains and bleached highroads, t"

""With tears thy grief thou dost bemoan,     Tears that would melt the hardest stone,     Oh, wherefore sing'st thou not the vine?     Why chant"

"I know how well Love shoots, how swift his flight,     How now by force and now by stealth he steals,     How he will threaten now, anon will sm"

"Rest, beauty, stillness: not a waif of a cloud     From gray-blue east sheer to the yellow west -     No film of mist the utmost slopes to shro"

"Kindle the taper like the steadfast star     Ablaze on evening's forehead o'er the earth,     And add each night a lustre till afar     An eigh"

"March 13, 1881.     As one who feels the breathless nightmare grip     His heart-strings, and through visioned horrors fares,     Now on a"

"Deep languor overcometh mind and frame:     A listless, drowsy, utter weariness,     A trance wherein no thought finds speech or name,     Th"

"(From the German of Heine)     In the evening through her garden     Wanders the Alcalde's daughter,     Festal sounds of drum and trumpet"

"We sat at twilight nigh the sea,         The fog hung gray and weird.     Through the thick film uncannily         The broken moon appeared."

"Look westward o'er the steaming rain-washed slopes,         Now satisfied with sunshine, and behold     Those lustrous clouds, as glorious as ou"

"Thin summer rain on grass and bush and hedge,         Reddening the road and deepening the green     On wide, blurred lawn, and in close-tangled"

"Would I had waked this morn where Florence smiles,     A-bloom with beauty, a white rose full-blown,     Yet rich in sacred dust, in storied sto"

"Serene was morning with clear, winnowed air,         But threatening soon the low, blue mass of cloud     Rose in the west, with mutterings fain"

"Uplift the ponderous, golden mask of death,         And let the sun shine on him as it did     How many thousand years agone!    Beneath"

"[Aaron Ben Mier "loquitur."]     If I remember Raschi? An I live,     Grandson, to bless thy grandchild, I'll forget     Never that youth"

"'T is not alone that black and yawning void         That makes her heart ache with this hungry pain,     But the glad sense of life hath been de"

"(After Robert Schumann.)         Prelude.     Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July         Hung heavy, brooding over land and s"

"Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,     With conquering limbs astride from land to land;     Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall sta"

"Spoken by a Citizen of Malta - 1300.     A curious title held in high repute,     One among many honors, thickly strewn     On my lord Bishop"

"I.     The long-closed door, oh open it again, send me back once more my fawn that had fled.     On the day of our reunion, thou"

"The fervent, pale-faced Mother ere she sleep,     Looks out upon the zigzag-lighted square,     The beautiful bare trees, the blue night-air,"

"Frosty lies the winter-landscape,         In the twilight golden-green.     Down the Park's deserted alleys,         Naked elms stand stark and"

"I.     The shadow of the houses leave behind,     In the cool boscage of the grove reclined,     The wine of friendship from love's"

"Sennuccio, I would have thee know the shame     That's dealt to me, and what a life is mine.     Even as of yore, I struggle, burn and pine."

"Sweet empty sky of June without a stain,         Faint, gray-blue dewy mists on far-off hills,     Warm, yellow sunlight flooding mead and plain"

"Night, and the heavens beam serene with peace,     Like a pure heart benignly smiles the moon.     Oh, guard thy blessed beauty from mischance,"

"Dark lies the earth, and bright with worlds the sky:     That soft, large, lustrous star, that first outshone,     Still holds us spelled with p"

"I give God thanks that I, a lean old man,     Wrinkled, infirm, and crippled with keen pains     By austere penance and continuous toil,     No"

"Thou two-faced year, Mother of Change and Fate, Didst weep when Spain cast forth with flaming sword, The children of the prophets of the Lord, Prince,"

"Small, shapeless drifts of cloud     Sail slowly northward in the soft-hued sky,         With blur half-tints and rolling summits bright,"

"Not a lad in Saragossa     Nobler-featured, haughtier-tempered,     Than the Alcalde's youthful grandson,     Donna Clara's boy Pedrillo."