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A poem by Emma Lazarus: In Exile

  In Exile Twilight is here, soft breezes bow the grass, Day’s sounds of various toil break slowly off, The yoke-freed oxen low, the patient ass Dips his dry nostril in the cool, deep trough. Up from the prairie the ...

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A poem by Emma Lazarus: Idyl

  Idyl The swallows made twitter incessant, The thrushes were wild with their mirth. The ways and the woods were made pleasant, And the flowering nooks of the earth. And the sunshine sufficed to rejoice me, And the air was ...

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A poem by Emma Lazarus: How Long?

  How Long? How long, and yet how long, Our leaders will we hail from over seas, Master and kings from feudal monarchies, And mock their ancient song With echoes weak of foreign melodies? That distant isle mist-wreathed, Mantled in ...

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A poem by Emma Lazarus: Heroes

  Heroes In rich Virginian woods, The scarlet creeper reddens over graves, Among the solemn trees enlooped with vines; Heroic spirits haunt the solitudes,- The noble souls of half a million braves, Amid the murmurous pines. Ah! who is left ...

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A poem by Emma Lazarus: Gifts

  Gifts ‘O World-God, give me Wealth!’ the Egyptian cried. His prayer was granted. High as heaven, behold Palace and Pyramid; the brimming tide Of lavish Nile washed all his land with gold. Armies of slaves toiled ant-wise at his ...

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A poem by Emma Lazarus: Fra Pedro

  Fra Pedro   Golden lights and lengthening shadows, Flings the splendid sun declining, O’er the monastery garden Rich in flower, fruit and foliage. Through the avenue of nut trees, Pace two grave and ghostly friars, Snowy white their gowns ...

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A poem by Emma Lazarus: Fog

  Fog Light silken curtain, colorless and soft, Dreamlike before me floating! what abides Behind thy pearly veil’s Opaque, mysterious woof? Where sleek red kine, and dappled, crunch day-long Thick, luscious blades and purple clover-heads, Nigh me I still can ...

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A poem by Emma Lazarus: Exultation

  Exultation BEHOLD, I walked abroad at early morning, The fields of June were bathed in dew and lustre, The hills were clad with light as with a garment. The inexpressible auroral freshness, The grave, immutable, aerial heavens, The transient ...

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A poem by Emma Lazarus: Epochs

  Epochs ‘The epochs of our life are not in the facts, but in the silent thought by the wayside as we walk.’-Emerson I. Youth. Sweet empty sky of June without a stain, Faint, gray-blue dewy mists on far-off hills, ...

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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 Rafael

  Don Rafael ‘I would not have,’ he said, ‘Tears, nor the black pall, nor the wormy grave, Grief’s hideous panoply I would not have Round me when I am dead. ‘Music and flowers and light, And choric dances to ...

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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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