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

Departing Summer

When auburn Autumn mounts the stage,
And Summer fails her charms to yield,
Bleak nature turns another page,
To light the glories of the field.

At once the vale declines to bloom,
The forest smiles no longer gay;
Gardens are left without perfume,
The rose and lilly pine away.

The orchard bows her fruitless head,
As one divested of her store;
Or like a queen whose train has fled,
And left her sad to smile no more.

That bird which breath'd her vernal song,
And hopp'd along the flow'ry spray,
Now silent holds her warbling tongue, ...

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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,
Snatch'd from its hook by the fish of poverty,
A silent cavern is his last abode;
The king's repository veil'd with gloom,
The umbrage of a thousand oziers bowed,
The couch of hallowed bones, the grave's asylum,

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