George Moses Horton
George Moses Horton was an African-American poet.
He was born into slavery on William Horton's plantation in Northampton County, North Carolina. As a very young child, he and several family members were moved to a tobacco farm in rural Chatham County, when his owner relocated. Horton composed poems in his mind through his teen years. He was allowed by his master to visit the nearby University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, where he recited poems to students who eagerly wrote them down and paid him for his compositions. His fame spread, and a collection of poems was published under the title The Hope of Liberty (1829). Horton was the first black southern ... more »
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George Moses Horton Poems
The Slave's Complaint
Am I sadly cast aside, On misfortune's rugged tide? Will the world my pains deride Forever?
Man, A Torch
Blown up with painful care and hard to light, A glimmering torch blown in a moment out, Suspended by a web, an angler's bait, Floating at stake along the stream of chance,
Death of an Old Carriage Horse
I was a harness horse, Constrained to travel weak or strong, With orders from oppressing force, Push along, push along.
On Liberty And Slavery
Alas! and am I born for this, To wear this slavish chain? Deprived of all created bliss, Through hardship, toil and pain!
Sweet memory, like a pleasing dream, Still lends a dull and feeble ray; For ages with her vestige teems, When beauty's trace is worn away.
Whilst tracing thy visage I sink in emotion, For no other damsel so wond'rous I see; Thy looks are so pleasing, thy charms so amazing,
Deceitful worm, that undermines the clay, Which slyly steals the thoughtless soul away, Pervading neighborhoods with sad surprise,
General Grant -- The Hero Of The War
Brave Grant, thou hero of the war, Thou art the emblem of the morning star, Transpiring from the East to banish fear,
Division Of An Estate
It well bespeaks a man beheaded, quite Divested of the laurel robe of life, When every member struggles for its base,
On Hearing Of The Intention Of A Gentlem...
When on life's ocean first I spread my sail, I then implored a mild auspicious gale; And from the slippery strand I took my flight,
Meditation On A Cold, Dark, And Rainy Ni...
Sweet on the house top falls the gentle shower, When jet black darkness crowns the silent hour, When shrill the owlet pours her hollow tone,
Hail, thou auspicious vernal dawn! Ye birds, proclaim the winter's gone, Ye warbling minstrels sing; Pour forth your tribute as ye rise,
On The Consequences Of Happy Marriages
Hail happy pair from whom such raptures rise, On whom I gaze with pleasure and surprize; From thy bright rays the gloom of strife is driven,
George Moses Horton, Myself
I feel myself in need Of the inspiring strains of ancient lore, My heart to lift, my empty mind to feed, And all the world explore.
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The Slave's Complaint
Am I sadly cast aside,
On misfortune's rugged tide?
Will the world my pains deride
Must I dwell in Slavery's night,
And all pleasure take its flight,
Far beyond my feeble sight,
Worst of all, must Hope grow dim,
And withhold her cheering beam?
Rather let me sleep and dream
Something still my heart surveys,
Groping through this dreary maze;
Is it Hope? -- then burn and blaze
Leave me not a wretch confined,
Altogether lame and blind ...