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-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
VOCABULARY
dedicated - dédié
a gesture - un geste
friendship - amitié
brazen - d'airain
fame - la renommé
limb - un membre (bras, jambe)
astride - à califourchon
beacon - un phare
glow - luire, rayonner
mild - témpéré, doux
harbor - un port
to frame - encadrer
pomp - apparat
huddled - regroupé
to yearn - désirer, aspirer à
wretched - infortuné
teeming - inondant, envahissant
shore - la côte
tempest - tempête
to toss - jeter, lancer
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