George Moses Horton

(1797 - 1884 / Northampton, North Carolina)

George Moses Horton Poems

1. The Dirge 4/12/2010
2. To Catharine 4/12/2010
3. To Miss Tempe 4/12/2010
4. To The Gad-Fly 4/12/2010
5. Pride In Heaven 4/12/2010
6. True Friendship 4/12/2010
7. The Tipler To His Bottle 4/12/2010
8. The Traveller 4/12/2010
9. On The Truth Of The Saviour 4/12/2010
10. To Eliza 4/12/2010
11. To A Departing Favorite 4/12/2010
12. The Retreat From Moscow 4/12/2010
13. The Swan - Vain Pleasures 4/12/2010
14. Praise Of Creation 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 The Death Of Rebecca 4/10/2010
22. On The Conversion Of A Sister 4/10/2010
23. On Winter 4/12/2010
24. The Rising Sun 4/12/2010
25. To The King Of Macedonia 4/12/2010
26. The Woodman And The Money Hunter 4/12/2010
27. The Musical Chamber 4/12/2010
28. The Fearful Traveller In The Haunted Castle 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. Clay’s Defeat 4/10/2010
33. Death Of A Favorite Chamber Maid 4/10/2010
34. Farewell To Frances 4/10/2010
35. False Weight 4/10/2010
36. Death Of Gen. Jackson - An Eulogy 4/10/2010
37. A Billet Doux 4/10/2010
38. Reflections From The Flash Of A Meteor 4/12/2010
39. The Setting Sun 4/12/2010
40. Troubled With The Itch, And Rubbing Sulfur 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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Clay’s Defeat

'Tis the hope of the noble defeated;
The aim of the marksman is vain;
The wish of destruction completed,
The soldier eternally slain.

When winter succeeds to the summer,
The bird is too chilly to sing;
No music is play'd for the drummer,
No carol is heard on the wing.

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