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We do not know because this ancient wonder of the world was destroyed before such things were measured and we do not know exactly how it was made and how big it was.

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"The New Colossus" is the name of the poem by Emma Lazarus, written in 1883. It is the name she used for the Statue of Liberty, which stands on Liberty Island in New York Harbor. It was given as a gift to the United States from France, and made by the sculptor Frederic Auguste Bartholdi. The framework inside the statue was designed by Alexandre Gustave Eiffel, who also designed the Eiffel Tower in Paris. The real name of the statue is "Liberty Enlightening the World". In Emma Lazarus's poem, she is making the reader think of the Colossus of Rhodes, a huge statue that, in ancient times, stood at the entrance of the harbor of the Greek island of Rhodes. That statue, says Lazarus, was meant to impress travelers with the wealth and power of the ancient Greeks. The "new Colossus", however, was to welcome all people with the promise of freedom. Her poem is engraved at the base of the Statue of Liberty. The New Colossus Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,With conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall standA mighty woman with a torch, whose flameIs the imprisoned lightning, and her nameMother of Exiles. From her beacon-handGlows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes commandThe air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame."Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries sheWith 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!"