"Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame...her mild-eyes command the air- bridged harbor that twin cities frame."
"Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame...her mild-eyes command the air- bridged harbor that twin cities frame." As the title character stands "at our sea-washed, sunset gates," with silent lips she cries, "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" and "lifts her lamp beside the golden door." Including the line "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free" \--for 10 points—name this Emma Lazarus sonnet found at the base of the Statue of Liberty.
"Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame...her mild-eyes command the air- bridged harbor that twin cities frame."
{“New Colossus”}