George Moses Horton

(1797 - 1884 / Northampton, North Carolina)

George Moses Horton Poems

1. On The Death Of Rebecca 4/10/2010
2. The Dirge 4/12/2010
3. To Catharine 4/12/2010
4. To Miss Tempe 4/12/2010
5. To The Gad-Fly 4/12/2010
6. True Friendship 4/12/2010
7. Pride In Heaven 4/12/2010
8. The Tipler To His Bottle 4/12/2010
9. The Traveller 4/12/2010
10. On The Death Of An Infant 4/10/2010
11. On The Truth Of The Saviour 4/12/2010
12. To Eliza 4/12/2010
13. The Swan - Vain Pleasures 4/12/2010
14. To A Departing Favorite 4/12/2010
15. The Retreat From Moscow 4/12/2010
16. Praise Of Creation 4/12/2010
17. Recent Appearance Of A Lady 4/12/2010
18. Regret For The Departure Of Friends 4/12/2010
19. Rosabella - Purity Of Heart 4/12/2010
20. The Fate Of An Innocent Dog 4/12/2010
21. Prosperity 4/12/2010
22. On The Conversion Of A Sister 4/10/2010
23. On Winter 4/12/2010
24. On The Poetic Muse 4/12/2010
25. The Rising Sun 4/12/2010
26. To The King Of Macedonia 4/12/2010
27. The Musical Chamber 4/12/2010
28. The Woodman And The Money Hunter 4/12/2010
29. The Fearful Traveller In The Haunted Castle 4/12/2010
30. The Powers Of Love 4/12/2010
31. The Loss Of Female Character 4/12/2010
32. The Eye Of Love 4/12/2010
33. Death Of A Favorite Chamber Maid 4/10/2010
34. Farewell To Frances 4/10/2010
35. False Weight 4/10/2010
36. Clay’s Defeat 4/10/2010
37. Death Of Gen. Jackson - An Eulogy 4/10/2010
38. A Billet Doux 4/10/2010
39. The Graduate Leaving College 4/12/2010
40. Reflections From The Flash Of A Meteor 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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A Billet Doux

My brightest hopes are mix'd with tears,
Like hues of light and gloom;
As when mid sun-shine rain appears,
Love rises with a thousand fears,

To pine and still to bloom.
When I have told my last fond tale
In lines of song to thee,
And for departure spread my sail,

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