Emma Lazarus

"September 26, 1881.     Weep for the martyr!    Strew his bier     With the last roses of the year;     Shadow the land with sables; knel"

"What, can these dead bones live, whose sap is dried     By twenty scorching centuries of wrong?     Is this the House of Israel, whose pride"

"The Autumn promised, and he keeps     His word unto the meadow-rose.     The pure, bright lightnings herald Spring,     Serene and glad the fre"

"To my friend, Ralph Waldo Emerson.         He who could beard the lion in his lair,     To bind him for a girl, and tame the boar,     An"

"I saw on earth angelic graces beam,     Celestial beauty in our world below,     Whose mere remembrance thrills with grief and woe;     All I s"

"Will night already spread her wings and weave     Her dusky robe about the day's bright form,     Boldly the sun's fair countenance displacing,"

"Wake, Israel, wake! Recall to-day     The glorious Maccabean rage,     The sire heroic, hoary-gray,     His five-fold lion-lineage:     The Wi"

"If the sudden tidings came     That on some far, foreign coast,     Buried ages long from fame,     Had been found a remnant lost     Of that"

"(A Dream.)          Not a stain,     In the sun-brimmed sapphire cup that is the sky -     Not a ripple on the black translucent lane"

"Weep, Israel! your tardy meed outpour     Of grateful homage on his fallen head,     That never coronal of triumph wore,     Untombed, dishonor"

"A Historical Tragedy in Five Acts.     This play is dedicated, in profound veneration and respect, to the memory of George Eliot, the illu"

"The grass of fifty Aprils hath waved green         Above the spent heart, the Olympian head,     The hands crost idly, the shut eyes unseen,"

"Well-nigh two thousand years hath Israel     Suffered the scorn of man for love of God;     Endured the outlaw's ban, the yoke, the rod,     Wi"

"The calm outgoing of a long, rich day,         Checkered with storm and sunshine, gloom and light,     Now passing in pure, cloudless skies away"

"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 s"

"Look! the round-cheeked moon floats high,     In the glowing August sky,     Quenching all her neighbor stars,     Save the steady flame of Mar"

"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 s"

"Raschi of Troyes, the Moon of Israel,     The authoritative Talmudist, returned     From his wide wanderings under many skies,     To all the s"

"The ceaseless whirr of crickets fills the ear     From underneath each hedge and bush and tree,     Deep in the dew-drenched grasses everywhere."

"Golden lights and lengthening shadows,     Flings the splendid sun declining,     O'er the monastery garden     Rich in flower, fruit and folia"