On the Proposal to Erect a Monument in England to Lord Byron

The grass of fifty Aprils hath waved green
  Above the spent heart, the Olympian head,
The hands crost idly, the shut eyes unseen,
  Unseeing, the locked lips whose song hath fled;
Yet mystic-lived, like some rich, tropic flower,
His fame puts forth fresh...

Poet: Emma Lazarus
Venus of the Louvre

Down the long hall she glistens like a star,
The foam-born mother of Love, transfixed to stone,
Yet none the less immortal, breathing on.
Time’s brutal hand hath maimed but could not mar.
When first the enthralled enchantress from afar
Dazzled mine eyes, I...

Poet: Emma Lazarus
The Cranes of Ibycus

There was a man who watched the river flow
Past the huge town, one gray November day.
Round him in narrow high-piled streets at play
The boys made merry as they saw him go,
Murmuring half-loud, with eyes upon the stream,
The immortal screed he held within...

Poet: Emma Lazarus
The Banner of the Jew

Wake, israel, wake! Recall to-day
  The glorious Maccabean rage,
The sire heroic, hoary-gray,
  His five-fold lion-lineage:
The Wise, the Elect, the Help-of-God,
The Burst-of-Spring, the Avenging Rod.

From Mizpeh’s mountain-ridge they saw...

Poet: Emma Lazarus
The Crowing of the Red Cock

Across the Eastern sky has glowed
  The flicker of a blood-red dawn;
Once more the clarion cock has crowed,
  Once more the sword of Christ is drawn.
A million burning roof-trees light
The world-wide path of Israel’s flight.

Where is the Hebrew’s...

Poet: Emma Lazarus
The New Ezekiel

What, can these dead bones live, whose sap is dried
  By twenty scorching centuries of wrong?
Is this the House of Israel, whose pride
Is as a tale that ’s told, an ancient song?
Are these ignoble relics all that live
  Of psalmist, priest, and prophet?...

Poet: Emma Lazarus
Chopin

I.
a Dream of interlinking hands, of feet
    Tireless to spin the unseen, fairy woof
Of the entangling waltz. Bright eyebeams meet,
    Gay laughter echoes from the vaulted roof.
Warm perfumes rise; the soft unflickering glow
    Of branching...

Poet: Emma Lazarus
Gifts

“o World-god, give me Wealth!” the Egyptian cried.
His prayer was granted. High as heaven behold
Palace and Pyramid; the brimming tide
Of lavish Nile washed all his land with gold.
Armies of slaves toiled ant-wise at his feet,
World-circling traffic roared...

Poet: Emma Lazarus