exact words of inscribed stuff?

Question

what are the exact words inscribed on the statue of liberty and on the gates of hell?

Answer 1

The full inscription on the Statue of Liberty is a poem entitled "New Collusus" by Emma Lazarus:

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!"

I haven't been to hell, but if you are referring to Dante's hell, the inscription reads: Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. Dante wrote in Italian, so feel free to translate.

Answer 2

statue of liberty: "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! "
gates of hell: "abandon all hope, you who enter here"

Answer 3

"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."

Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here

Answer 4

Give me your tired, your poor and it's either 'your huddled masses and teeming refuse" or "your idiots". I forget which but somehow "idiots" seems to be what we have so that must be it.

The gates of hell say "Please keep doors closed, air conditioning is on".

Answer 5

no longer like the brazen huge of Greek repute, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; the following at our sea-washed, sundown gates shall stand A amazing female with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her call mom of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows international-huge welcome; her gentle eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities body. "save, historic lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. "provide me your drained, your adverse, Your huddled 1000's yearning to respire free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. deliver those, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I raise my lamp beside the golden door!"

Answer 6

stute:unchain me plse!!
hell:keep closed, having sex