George Moses Horton

(1797 - 1884 / Northampton, North Carolina)

George Moses Horton Poems

1. The Slave's Complaint 1/1/2004
2. Man, A Torch 1/1/2004
3. Death Of An Old Carriage Horse 1/1/2004
4. On Liberty And Slavery 4/10/2010
5. Memory 4/10/2010
6. Love 4/10/2010
7. Division Of An Estate 4/10/2010
8. On Death 4/10/2010
9. General Grant -- The Hero Of The War 4/10/2010
10. On Hearing Of The Intention Of A Gentleman To Purchase The Poet's Freedom 4/10/2010
11. Meditation On A Cold, Dark, And Rainy Night 4/10/2010
12. On The Consequences Of Happy Marriages 4/10/2010
13. On Spring 4/10/2010
14. George Moses Horton, Myself 4/10/2010
15. Early Affeection 4/10/2010
16. Departing Summer 4/10/2010
17. On An Old Deluded Suitor 4/10/2010
18. On The Silence Of A Young Lady 4/12/2010
19. Mr. Clay’s Reception At Raleigh, April, 1844 4/10/2010
20. Heavenly Love 4/10/2010
21. On Summer 4/10/2010
22. The Creditor To His Proud Debtor 4/12/2010
23. The Lover's Farewell 4/12/2010
24. On The Evening And Morning 4/10/2010
25. On The Pleasures Of College Life 4/12/2010
26. Imploring To Be Resigned At Death 4/10/2010
27. The Happy Bird’s Nest 4/12/2010
28. Troubled With The Itch, And Rubbing Sulfur 4/12/2010
29. The Setting Sun 4/12/2010
30. Reflections From The Flash Of A Meteor 4/12/2010
31. The Graduate Leaving College 4/12/2010
32. A Billet Doux 4/10/2010
33. Death Of Gen. Jackson - An Eulogy 4/10/2010
34. Clay’s Defeat 4/10/2010
35. False Weight 4/10/2010
36. Farewell To Frances 4/10/2010
37. Death Of A Favorite Chamber Maid 4/10/2010
38. The Eye Of Love 4/12/2010
39. The Loss Of Female Character 4/12/2010
40. Prosperity 4/12/2010
Best Poem of George Moses Horton

The Slave's Complaint

Am I sadly cast aside,
On misfortune's rugged tide?
Will the world my pains deride
Forever?
Must I dwell in Slavery's night,
And all pleasure take its flight,
Far beyond my feeble sight,
Forever?
Worst of all, must Hope grow dim,
And withhold her cheering beam?
Rather let me sleep and dream
Forever!

Something still my heart surveys,
Groping through this dreary maze;
Is it Hope? -- then burn and blaze
Forever!

Leave me not a wretch confined,
Altogether lame and blind ...

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The Slave's Complaint

Am I sadly cast aside,
On misfortune's rugged tide?
Will the world my pains deride
Forever?
Must I dwell in Slavery's night,
And all pleasure take its flight,
Far beyond my feeble sight,
Forever?
Worst of all, must Hope grow dim,

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