Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

(24 September 1825 – 22 February 1911 / Baltimore, Maryland)

Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Poems

1. A Double Standard 4/17/2010
2. A Grain Of Sand 4/17/2010
3. A Little Child Shall Lead Them 1/3/2003
4. A Story Of The Rebellion 4/17/2010
5. An Appeal To My Countywomen 1/3/2003
6. Aunt Chloe 1/1/2004
7. Aunt Chloe's Politics 4/17/2010
8. Bible Defense Of Slavery 3/27/2012
9. Burial Of Sarah 1/3/2003
10. Bury Me In A Free Land 1/3/2003
11. Church Building 4/17/2010
12. Come To Me When I'M Dying 4/17/2010
13. Dandelions 1/3/2003
14. Dark-Browed Martha 4/17/2010
15. Death Of The Old Sea King 1/3/2003
16. Dedication Poem 4/17/2010
17. Do Not Cheer, Men Are Dying, Said Capt. Phillips 1/3/2003
18. Eliza Harris 3/27/2012
19. Ellen 4/17/2010
20. Ethiopia 4/17/2010
21. Fishers Of Men 1/3/2003
22. Go Work In My Vineyard 1/3/2003
23. God Bless Our Native Land 1/3/2003
24. Going East 1/3/2003
25. He Had Not Where To Lay His Head 1/3/2003
26. Henry Clay 4/17/2010
27. Ho For California! 4/17/2010
28. Home, Sweet Home 1/3/2003
29. I Thirst 1/3/2003
30. I'M Tired Of Life 4/17/2010
31. Jamie's Puzzle 1/3/2003
32. Learning To Read 4/17/2010
33. Let The Light Enter 1/3/2003
34. Lines 4/17/2010
35. Lines To A Friend, 4/17/2010
36. Lines To A Married Friend 4/17/2010
37. Maceo 1/3/2003
38. Moses: A Story Of The Nile (Extract) 4/17/2010
39. Mother's Treasures 1/3/2003
40. My Bonnet Of Blue 4/17/2010

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  • angel anderson (3/13/2018 12:50:00 PM)

    awsome even though i haven't read it yet.\

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Best Poem of Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

Bury Me In A Free Land

Make me a grave where'er you will,
In a lowly plain, or a lofty hill;
Make it among earth's humblest graves,
But not in a land where men are slaves.

I could not rest if around my grave
I heard the steps of a trembling slave;
His shadow above my silent tomb
Would make it a place of fearful gloom.

I could not rest if I heard the tread
Of a coffle gang to the shambles led,
And the mother's shriek of wild despair
Rise like a curse on the trembling air.

I could not sleep if I saw the lash
Drinking her blood at each fearful gash,
And I saw her ...

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Aunt Chloe

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I remember, well remember,
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That dark and dreadful day,
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When they whispered to me, "Chloe,
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Your children's sold away!" 1.
It seemed as if a bullet

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