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Give me your tired, your poor

  1. A line from a poem, “The New Colossus,” by the nineteenth-century American poet Emma Lazarus. “The New Colossus,” describing the Statue of Liberty , appears on a plaque at the base of the statue. It ends with the statue herself speaking:

    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-tossed, to me:

    I lift my lamp beside the golden door.



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Give me liberty or give me deathgiven