Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. - Statue of Liberty Today in São Paulo, Brazil I visited a former Ellis Island, now an immigration museum. There I met 40 young refugees from many different war-torn countries to sing and play music. Because ...
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame."Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries sheWith silent lips. "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-tost to me,I lift my ...
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“Give me your tired, your poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free…Send these, the homeless,…to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”The Stature of Liberty, with those immigrant-welcoming words by writer Emma Lazarus engraved(刻)upon it, turns 125 Friday and begins ...
"Give me your tired your poor Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free… Send these the homeless …to me I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" The Stature of Liberty with those immigrant-welcoming words by writer Emma Lazarus engraved (刻)upon it turns 125 Friday and begins ...
"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. “给我你的疲惫,你的可怜,渴望自由呼吸的挤成一团的群众,富饶海岸上可怜的贫民。 Send these, the homeless, tempest tossed to me. 把这些无家可归的,被风暴摧残的人交给我。
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."Keep ancient lands your storied pomp!" cries she with silent lips."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!"