what is the poem of the statue of liberty?
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Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, \nWith conquering limbs astride from land to land;\nHere at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand \nA mighty woman with a torch, whose flame \nIs the imprisoned lightning, and her name \nMother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand \nGlows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command \nThe air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.  \n\n"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she \nwith silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, \nYour huddled masses yearning to breathe free, \nThe wretched refuse of your teeming shore. \nSend these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, \nI lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
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This was a very good poem. I like to write poems too and I thought this one had a lot of feeling in it. You definitely get the message when you read it.
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the poem or the phrase?  Please explain in more detail.
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Calvin and Hobbs are one of my favorites!  Here it is...\n\nhttp://homepage.mac.com/tigershark/poems/poem4a.html
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Same as Statue of Liberty?
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Excellent poem. I printed it & hung it in my Living room wall.\n Thanks
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Well, I tried but I need to know more about the lines in the poem.   Maybe you'll have better luck with these sites.\n\nhttp://www.bartleby.com/\n\nhttp://www.allexperts.com/user.cgi?m=4&expID=50938&catID=678\n\nhttp://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=12717\n\nhttp://www.thent.com/poetry.htm\n\nhttp://lii.org/search/file/poetry
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"Give me your tired your poor, \nYour huddled masses yearning to breathe free,\nThe wretched refuse of your teeming shore.\nSend these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,\nI lift my lamp beside the golden door!" \n\n(From the Statue Of Liberty)\n\nThe only difference between them and your ancestors is a few hundred years.
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This poem has more than 4 lines, but it is the neatest poem I have seen about the English language.\n\nWhen the English tongue we speak\nWhy is break not rhymed with freak?\nWill you tell me why it’s true\nWe say sew, but likewise few?\nAnd the maker of a verse,\nCannot rhyme his horse with worse?\nBeard is not the same as heard,\nCord is different from word,\nCow is cow, but low is low,\nShoe is never rhymed with foe.\nThink of hose and dose and lose,\nAnd think of goose and yet of choose,\nThink of comb and tomb and bomb,\nDoll and roll and home and some.\nAnd since pay is rhymed with say,\nWhy not paid with said I pray?\nThink of blood and food and good;\nMould is not pronounced like could.\nWherefore done, but gone and lone -\nIs there any reason known?\nTo sum up all, it seems to me\nSounds and letters don’t agree.
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nice poem is it a haiku
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The text is from "The New Colossus," a poem by Emma Lazarus:\n\nThe New Colossus \n\nNot like the brazen giant of Greek fame,\nWith conquering limbs astride from land to land;\nHere at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand\nA mighty woman with a torch, whose flame\nIs the imprisoned lightning, and her name\nMother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand\nGlows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command\nThe air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.\n"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she\nWith silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,\nYour huddled masses yearning to breathe free,\nThe wretched refuse of your teeming shore.\nSend these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,\nI lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
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I wanted to help so badly, but I can't find it. I searched for about 30 minutes. I Found a great site though. It tranlates poems into English. I will tell you if I find it.  P.S. when I originally searched the poem and went to the site a poem came up but it was blurry and it was in the Greece catagory.\n\nGood Luck,\n          Chelsea\n\n\n\nI updated my comment so that I could give you the English translation to singlesockcollectors poem: here it is\n\n\n\nLeaf turns brown fall, you have just flown away yourself, branch patronizes, you want to separate yourself.  This life source, that\nformerly nourished you, Asserted, embellished, nevertheless is not dried up!  \n\nAs a burning love, in violent pushed, This velvets nectar knew to stuff you.  This tree, that has you it does?  You in has you it too given?  Of a too perfect love would have you it flooded?  \n\nThe life that climbs in him, and cannot flow itself, NEEDS this puit, where she can s’épancher itself.  The vigor of the summer,\nwhere you puisas the joy OF A delighted happiness, the abandons without you.  \n\nSmall leaf turns brown, where go you to put yourself?  Will rejoin you foam it and his cold dew?  Do not go you to take mourning, in the frozen earth, With of other feuillées, that already are\nwithered.  \n\nDauphine 30/08/2004\n\nCheck the site
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poems of different country(epics) man i need to pay attention in Reading Class a little more
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Here's the sonnet...\n\n\nSonnet -- To Science \n\nScience! true daughter of Old Time thou art!\n  Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.\nWhy preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,\n  Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?\nHow should he love thee? or deem thee wise?\n  Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering\nTo seek for treasure in the jeweled skies,\n  Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?\nHast thou not dragged Diana from her car?\n  And driven the Hamadryad from the wood\nTo seek a shelter in some happier star?\n  Has thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,\nThe Elfin from the green grass, and from me\nThe summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?\n\n-- Edgar Allan Poe\n\n\nGood luck!
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Poetry which tells a story such As Eve of St.Agnes, Endymion, Paradise Lost, etc.
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O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,\nWhat so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming?\nWhose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight,\nO'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming?\nAnd the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,\nGave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there.\nO say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave\nO'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?\n\n\nOn the shore dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep,\nWhere the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,\nWhat is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,\nAs it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?\nNow it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,\nIn full glory reflected, now shines on the stream:\n'Tis the star-spangled banner: O, long may it wave\nO'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!\n\n\nAnd where is that band who so vauntingly swore\nThat the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,\nA home and a country should leave us no more?\nTheir blood has wash'd out their foul footsteps' pollution.\nNo refuge could save the hireling and slave\nFrom the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave:\nAnd the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave\nO'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.\n\n\nO thus be it ever when free-men shall stand\nBetween their lov'd home and the war's desolation;\nBlest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land\nPraise the Pow'r that hath made and preserv'd us a nation!\nThen conquer we must, when our cause it is just,\nAnd this be our motto: “In God is our trust!”\nAnd the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave\nO'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
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If your looking for an epic poem, try Evangeline. It was written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow about a maiden and a search for her lover. It's based upon the expulsion of Acadians from Nova Scotia in 1755. The poem is long, but I highly recommend it.