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I seem to have always one little window looking but into life.
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Emma Lazarus |
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Poetry must be simple, sensuous, or impassioned.
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Emma Lazarus |
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No signs of life are here: the very prayersInscribed around are in a language dead.
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Emma Lazarus |
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Alas! we wake: one scene alone remains, --The exiles by the streams of Babylon.
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Emma Lazarus |
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The funeral and the marriage, now, alas!We know not which is sadder to recall.
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Emma Lazarus |
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Lo -- a black line of birds in wavering threadBore him the greetings of the deathless dead!
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Emma Lazarus |