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 Miss Tempe 4/12/2010
4. To The Gad-Fly 4/12/2010
5. Pride In Heaven 4/12/2010
6. On The Truth Of The Saviour 4/12/2010
7. The Tipler To His Bottle 4/12/2010
8. The Traveller 4/12/2010
9. True Friendship 4/12/2010
10. To Eliza 4/12/2010
11. To A Departing Favorite 4/12/2010
12. Praise Of Creation 4/12/2010
13. The Swan - Vain Pleasures 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 Woodman And The Money Hunter 4/12/2010
26. On The Poetic Muse 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. To Catharine 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

Comments about George Moses Horton

  • H. Gaddy (12/4/2018 10:49:00 AM)

    This Is Martin Delany

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  • Hadley (5/31/2018 7:57:00 PM)

    This photo is of Martin Robinson Delany, not George Moses Horton

  • Jessica (2/23/2018 9:31:00 AM)

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Best Poem of George Moses Horton

On Spring

Hail, thou auspicious vernal dawn!
Ye birds, proclaim the winter's gone,
Ye warbling minstrels sing;
Pour forth your tribute as ye rise,
And thus salute the fragrant skies
The pleasing smiles of Spring.


Coo sweetly, oh thou harmless Dove,
And bid thy mate no longer rove,
In cold, hybernal vales;
Let music rise from every tongue,
Whilst winter flies before the song,
Which floats on gentle gales.


Ye frozen streams dissolve and flow
Along the valley, sweet and slow;
Divested fields be gay:
Ye drooping forests bloom on high,
And raise...

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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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