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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
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New York City
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Let our first care today be the re-establishment of our physical strength, the reconstruction of our national organism, so that in future, where the respect due to us cannot be won by entreaty, it may be commanded, and where it cannot be commanded, it may be enforced.
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When angels visit earth, the messengers Of God's decree, they come as lightning, wind: Before the throne, they all are living fire.
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Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.
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I am never going to write for the sake of writing.
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The soul, at peace, reflects the peace without, Forgetting grief as sunset skies forget The morning's transient shower.
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Until we are all free, we are none of us free.
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