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Emma Lazarus
Give me your...
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming...
Here at our...
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned...
Jews are the...
Jews are the intensive form of any nationality whose language and customs they adopt.
His cup is...
His cup is gall, his meat is tears,
His passion lasts a thousand years.
Source:...
Still on Israel's...
Still on Israel's head forlorn,
Every nation heaps its scorn.
Source: The...
Give me your...
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming...
Here at our...
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned...
Jews are the...
Jews are the intensive form of any nationality whose language and customs they adopt.
His cup is...
His cup is gall, his meat is tears,
His passion lasts a thousand years.
Source:...
Still on Israel's...
Still on Israel's head forlorn,
Every nation heaps its scorn.
Source: The...