Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. — Emma Lazarus Copy Share Image
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. — Emma Lazarus Copy Share Image
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 eightfold… — Emma Lazarus Copy Share Image
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;… — Emma Lazarus Copy Share Image
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand… — Emma Lazarus Copy Share Image
Jews are the intensive form of any nationality whose language and customs they adopt. — Emma Lazarus Copy Share Image
Let our first care today be the re-establishment of our physical strength, the reconstruction of our national organism, so that in future, where the… — Emma Lazarus Copy Share Image
Still ours the dance, the feast, the glorious Psalm, The mystic lights of emblem, and the Word. — Emma Lazarus Copy Share Image
I am perfectly conscious that this contempt and hatred underlies the general tone of the community towards us, and yet when I even remotely… — Emma Lazarus Copy Share Image
