This is a poem written by Emma Lazarus’. This poem is graven on a tablet in a very important monument. Name the monument.
The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"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-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
6 comments:
It's the S of L . . . Let's see if anyone else gets it!
@publia >> :) You got it right...I am not sure how many else read this blog though... :)
Balaji, I also got it right & yes, I do read your blog :-)
- Ganesh
@anonymous(Ganesh) >> :)
Wait, Ganesh said he got it right but he didn't say who!
@publia>> of course I meant Statue of Liberty :-)
-Ganesh
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