George Moses Horton
Biography of 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 author and the first African American poet to produce a volume in more than half a century.
Two more collections of Horton's poetry include Poetical Works (1845) and Naked Genius (1865). Horton began calling himself "the Colored Bard of North Carolina." Many of his works were vivid and powerful attacks on slavery.
After the American Civil War, Horton moved to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, where he lived until his death. Once in the north, he never published another verse.
During the summer of 2006, UNC Chapel Hill renamed a newly built dorm, previously known as Hinton James North, to George Moses Horton dormitory.
George Moses Horton's Works:
The Hope of Liberty (1829)
Poetical Works (1845)
Naked Genius (1865)
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- The Slave's Complaint
- Death of an Old Carriage Horse
- Man, A Torch
- On Liberty And Slavery
- General Grant -- The Hero Of The War
- Meditation On A Cold, Dark, And Rainy Ni...
- Mr. Clay’s Reception At Raleigh, April, ...
- Division Of An Estate
- George Moses Horton, Myself
- A Billet Doux
- On Hearing Of The Intention Of A Gentlem...
- On Death
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,