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Emma Lazarus

A poem by Emma Lazarus: Echoes

  Echoes   Late-born and woman-souled I dare not hope, The freshness of the elder lays, the might Of manly, modern passion shall alight Upon my Muse’s lips, nor may I cope (Who veiled and screened by womanhood must grope) ...

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A poem by Emma Lazarus: Dreams

  Dreams A DREAM of lilies: all the blooming earth, A garden full of fairies and of flowers; Its only music the glad cry of mirth, While the warm sun weaves golden-tissued hours; Hope a bright angel, beautiful and true ...

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A poem by Emma Lazarus: Don Pedrillo

Don Pedrillo Not a lad in Saragossa Nobler-featured, haughtier-tempered, Than the Alcalde’s youthful grandson, Donna Clara’s boy Pedrillo. Handsome as the Prince of Evil, And devout as St. Ignatius. Deft at fence, unmatched with zither, Miniature of knightly virtues. Truly ...

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A poem by Emma Lazarus: Destiny

  Destiny <i>1856</i> Paris, from throats of iron, silver, brass, Joy-thundering cannon, blent with chiming bells, And martial strains, the full-voiced pæan swells. The air is starred with flags, the chanted mass Throngs all the churches, yet the broad streets ...

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A poem by Emma Lazarus: City Visions

City Visions I As the blind Milton’s memory of light, The deaf Beethoven’s phantasy of tone, Wroght joys for them surpassing all things known In our restricted sphere of sound and sight,– So while the glaring streets of brick and ...

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A poem by Emma Lazarus: Chopin

Chopin I A dream of interlinking hands, of feet Tireless to spin the unseen, fairy woof Of the entangling waltz. Bright eyebeams meet, Gay laughter echoes from the vaulted roof. Warm perfumes rise; the soft unflickering glow Of branching lights ...

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A poem by Emma Lazarus: Bar Kochba

Bar Kochba Weep, Israel! your tardy meed outpour Of grateful homage on his fallen head, That never coronal of triumph wore, Untombed, dishonored, and unchapleted. If Victory makes the hero, raw Success The stamp of virtue, unremembered Be then the ...

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A poem by Emma Lazarus: Autumn Sadness

Autumn Sadness Air and sky are swathed in gold Fold on fold, Light glows through the trees like wine. Earth, sun-quickened, swoons for bliss ‘Neath his kiss, Breathless in a trance divine. Nature pauses from her task, Just to bask ...

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A poem by Emma Lazarus: August Moon

  August Moon   Look! the round-cheeked moon floats high, In the glowing August sky, Quenching all her neighbor stars, Save the steady flame of Mars. White as silver shines the sea, Far-off sails like phantoms be, Gliding o’er that ...

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A poem by Emma Lazarus: Arabesque

Arabesque On a background of pale gold I would trace with quaint design, Penciled fine, Brilliant-colored, Moorish scenes, Mosques and crescents, pages, queens, Line on line, That the prose-world of to-day Might the gorgeous Past’s array Once behold. On the ...

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A poem by Emma Lazarus: Afternoon

  Afternoon   Small, shapeless drifts of cloud Sail slowly northward in the soft-hued sky, With blur half-tints and rolling summits bright, By the late sun caressed; slight hazes shroud All things afar; shineth each leaf anigh With its own ...

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A June Night

  A June Night Ten o’clock: the broken moon Hangs not yet a half hour high, Yellow as a shield of brass, In the dewy air of June, Poised between the vaulted sky And the ocean’s liquid glass. Earth lies ...

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