Poems by Emma Lazarus
The Spagnoletto. Act III
... Enter LUCA, ushering in DON JOHN unattended, completely enveloped ...
In A Swedish Graveyard
... With their heart stilled at length in their breast ...
Spring Longing
... Disappear- Homestead, orchard, field, and wold ...
Sunrise
... Strong with the people's strength, yet mild, ...
Lohengrin: Proem
... These dreams have filled my dazzled sense and brain, ...
On A Tuft Of Grass
... For what dead hopes and loves, what graves, ...
Magnetism
... my breath Quickly stirred, my flesh a-creep, ...
Don Pedrillo
... Ignatius. Deft at fence, unmatched with zither, ...
Age And Death
... Through all these years my couch thou didst prepare ...
Song
... Venus. Frosty lies the winter-landscape, ...
A June Night
... Nothing save the moon's bright sphere, ...
Gifts
... each peak, Each grove, each stream, quick with Promethean flame, ...
The Dance To Death. Act V
... Now it is a bleaching meadow, and where once the flames sprang up, to-day ...
Mater Amabilis
... To and fro, As the mother-foot poised lightly, falls and lifts ...
August Moon
... "I am one Who would not restore that Past, ...
