..."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-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door ! " VENUS OF THE LOUVRE. DOWN the long hall she glistens like a star, The foam-born...

...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-tost, to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door ! " EMMA LAZARUS. THE UNDINES' DANCE. UPON the silver beach the undines dance With...

...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-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door !" THE UNDINES' DANCE. UPON the silver beach the undines dance With interlinking arms...

...assured anew that Goldwin Smith was wrong when he asked sarcastically, " Can Jews be patriots ? " " Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door I " It seems to me that it is far more remarkable that she should have shown what may...

...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-tost, to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door! " The piers and docks on the East River are the special resort of sailing vessels,...

...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-tost, to me; I lift my lamp beside the golden door ! " ' " It is perhaps hardly fair, after looking at this great figure of Liberty, to...

...Give me your tired, your -poor, Tour huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched, refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door. And if, alas ! passing through fhe golden door, tne Jew finds his New Jerusalem as...

..."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-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door." In the factories and the workshops of the United States, Irishman and Scotsman, Jew...

...'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-tost to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door !' " Yet these few scions of the noble Sephardic stock were the last great spirits...

...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-tost, to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door. This sonnet expresses both sides of the writer's idealism : her devotion to America...