Poems by Emma Lazarus
The Worlds Justice
... Stripes and scourgings, death and shame ...
Saint Romualdo
... Drenched, parched, and scorched and frozen alternately, ...
The Elixir
... Shall charm his sense and fire his blood, ...
On The Proposal To Erect A Monument In England To Lord Byron
... The years' thick, clinging curtains backward pull, ...
Admetus: To my friend, Ralph Waldo Emerson
... She ceased, With full throat salt with tears, and looked on him, ...
Agamemnons Tomb
... How might we Those large, clear eyes confront, which scornfully ...
Phantasies
... Beyond word The peace that floods the soul, for night is here, ...
How Long?
... Of snow-peaked mounts, the wid'ning vale's expanse, ...
The Death Of Raschi
... An I live, Grandson, to bless thy grandchild, I'll forget ...
The Valley Of Baca
... PSALM LXXXIV. A brackish lake is there with bitter pools ...
Fog
... Dove-eyed, with fair, free-floating, pearl-wreathed hair, ...
A Masque Of Venice
... Must it be? Mimes and minstrels, flowers and music, where are ye ...
Afternoon
... Low hills, broad meadows, and large, clear-cut squares ...
Tannhauser
... No more He passed dark, moated strongholds of grim knights, ...
Dreams
... The slippery sand than changeful waves that climb, ...
