The New Colossus
Emma Lazarus
Instructions
- Click a line to open a recorder.
- Record as many lines as you like.
- Press the Play button to hear a randomized reading from everyone who has recorded parts of this poem.
Total lines recorded: 22
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, 2
With conquering limbs astride from land to land; 3
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand 2
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame 1
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name 1
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand 1
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command 1
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. 1
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she 2
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, 1
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, 2
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. 1
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, 3
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" 1