The New Colossus

This sonnet by Emma Lazarus starts a conversation about the Statue of Liberty. While it and Dan Sanchez's article below discuss same topic, they do so in different ways. The purpose, audience, tone, and context is different in each example. How they use ethos, logos, pathos, and kairos differs as well.

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!"

Source: Emma Lazarus,
Public Domain Mark This work is in the Public Domain.

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