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Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore, send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

Emma Lazarus

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Emma Lazarus
Age: 38 †
Born: 1849
Born: July 22
Died: 1887
Died: November 19
Journalist
Poet
Writer
New York City
New York
Emma Lazarus
Poor
Refuse
Shore
Lamp
Society
Slave
Lifts
Lamps
Urbanization
Freedom
Door
Oppression
Homeless
Colossus
Free
Tired
Immigration
Beside
Huddled
Inspirational
Mass
Send
Wretched
Teeming
Give
Civilization
Golden
Yearning
Tossed
Giving
Doors
Breathe
Masses
Migration
Liberty
Slavery
Lift
Tempest

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