帮忙断断句，实在是不会了，这是自由女神像的碑文

The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs as tride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed,sunset gates shall stand

Amighty 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 tome,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

by Emma Lazarus,New York City,1883