Poems by Emma Lazarus
Florence Nightingale
... Which at that name from quivering lids will start ...
The Dance To Death. Act III
... Treason! [Four armed masked men leap from out the bush, seize, bind, and ...
In Memoriam
... And thus the spring hath brought me flowers of worth ...
The Spagnoletto. Act I
... LUCA. He must be a poor-souled lad if he will wait till thou hast earned ...
Morning
... Wet fields and flowers and glistening brooks cry "Hail!" ...
Orpheus
... Speak to me: Thy flesh is warm, thy heart beats close to mine, ...
Arabesque
... In a dream Lulled the drowsy landscape basks ...
Idyl
... And his song came forth clearer and clearer, ...
The Garden Of Adonis
... When least we think of these dear birdlings flown, ...
Sonnet
... Storied Spain Is the next coast, and yet we may not sigh ...
Spring Star
... What new ray Upon his shadowy life from her shall fall ...
Raschi In Prague
... As a father Yearns toward his son, so toward the noble Raschi ...
Fra Pedro
... "Well thou knowest, thrice reverend master, ...
The Dance To Death. Act II
... A mean apartment in one of the Towers of the Landgrave's Palace ...
Matins
... Brown wood, gray stream, dark field: ...
