City Visions (Emma Lazarus Poems)
I As the blind Milton's memory of light, The deaf Beethoven's phantasy of tone, Wroght joys for them surpassing all ...
I As the blind Milton's memory of light, The deaf Beethoven's phantasy of tone, Wroght joys for them surpassing all ...
What, can these dead bones live, whose sap is dried By twenty scorching centuries of wrong? Is this the House ...
No man had ever heard a nightingale, When once a keen-eyed naturalist was stirred To study and define--what is a ...
Well-nigh two thousand years hath Israel Suffered the scorn of man for love of God; Endured the outlaw's ban, the ...
1856 Paris, from throats of iron, silver, brass, Joy-thundering cannon, blent with chiming bells, And martial strains, the full-voiced pæan ...
The bird sits spelled upon the lithe brown wrist Of yonder turbaned fowler, who had lamed No feather limb, but ...
Late-born and woman-souled I dare not hope, The freshness of the elder lays, the might Of manly, modern passion shall ...
As when a father dies, his children draw About the empty hearth, their loss to cheat With uttered praise & ...
So, Calchas, on the sacred Palatine, You thought of Mopsus, and o'er wastes of sea A flower brought your message. ...
Down the long hall she glistens like a star, The foam-born mother of Love, transfixed to stone, Yet none the ...
Here, where the noises of the busy town, The ocean's plunge and roar can enter not, We stand and gaze ...
The fervent, pale-faced Mother ere she sleep, Looks out upon the zigzag-lighted square, The beautiful bare trees, the blue night-air, ...
Not while the fever of the blood is strong, The heart throbs loud, the eyes are veiled, no less With ...
I see it as it looked one afternoon In August,-by a fresh soft breeze o'erblown. The swiftness of the tide, ...
Music and silver chimes and sunlit air, Freighted with the scent of honeyed orange-flower; Glad, friendly festal faces everywhere. She, ...
When the vexed hubbub of our world of gain Roars round about me as I walk the street, The myriad ...
Oft have I brooded on defeat and pain, The pathos of the stupid, stumbling throng. These I ignore to-day and ...
Therefore I dare reveal my private woe, The secret blots of my imperfect heart, Nor strive to shrink or swell ...
Thou two-faced year, Mother of Change and Fate, Didst weep when Spain cast forth with flaming sword, The children of ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss Still floated on my lips. For we had strayed Together ...
Here was a man who watched the river flow Past the huge town, one gray November day. Round him in ...
I A dream of interlinking hands, of feet Tireless to spin the unseen, fairy woof Of the entangling waltz. Bright ...
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, ...
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