Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.
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!
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.
His cup is gall, his meat is tears,/ His passion lasts a thousand years.
Jews are the intensive form of any nationality whose language and customs they adopt.
Life's sharpest rapture is surcease of pain
Still on Israel's head forlorn,/ Every nation heaps its scorn.
This website focuses on proverbs in the Swedish, Danish and Norwegian languages, and some parts including the links below have not been translated to English. They are mainly FAQs, various information and webpages for improving the collection.
This website focuses on proverbs in the Swedish, Danish and Norwegian languages, and some parts including the links below have not been translated to English. They are mainly FAQs, various information and webpages for improving the collection.