George Moses Horton

(1797 - 1884 / Northampton, North Carolina)

George Moses Horton Poems

1. A Billet Doux 4/10/2010
2. Clay’s Defeat 4/10/2010
3. Death Of A Favorite Chamber Maid 4/10/2010
4. False Weight 4/10/2010
5. Farewell To Frances 4/10/2010
6. Mr. Clay’s Reception At Raleigh, April, 1844 4/10/2010
7. On Summer 4/10/2010
8. On The Truth Of The Saviour 4/12/2010
9. On Winter 4/12/2010
10. Praise Of Creation 4/12/2010
11. Pride In Heaven 4/12/2010
12. Prosperity 4/12/2010
13. Recent Appearance Of A Lady 4/12/2010
14. Reflections From The Flash Of A Meteor 4/12/2010
15. Regret For The Departure Of Friends 4/12/2010
16. Rosabella - Purity Of Heart 4/12/2010
17. On The Conversion Of A Sister 4/10/2010
18. On The Death Of An Infant 4/10/2010
19. On The Death Of Rebecca 4/10/2010
20. On The Evening And Morning 4/10/2010
21. The Dirge 4/12/2010
22. The Eye Of Love 4/12/2010
23. The Fate Of An Innocent Dog 4/12/2010
24. On The Poetic Muse 4/12/2010
25. The Loss Of Female Character 4/12/2010
26. The Retreat From Moscow 4/12/2010
27. The Rising Sun 4/12/2010
28. The Setting Sun 4/12/2010
29. The Swan - Vain Pleasures 4/12/2010
30. The Tipler To His Bottle 4/12/2010
31. The Traveller 4/12/2010
32. To Catharine 4/12/2010
33. To A Departing Favorite 4/12/2010
34. To Miss Tempe 4/12/2010
35. To The Gad-Fly 4/12/2010
36. To The King Of Macedonia 4/12/2010
37. True Friendship 4/12/2010
38. To Eliza 4/12/2010
39. The Musical Chamber 4/12/2010
40. The Woodman And The Money Hunter 4/12/2010
Best Poem of George Moses Horton

On Liberty And Slavery

Alas! and am I born for this,
To wear this slavish chain?
Deprived of all created bliss,
Through hardship, toil and pain!


How long have I in bondage lain,
And languished to be free!
Alas! and must I still complain--
Deprived of liberty.


Oh, Heaven! and is there no relief
This side the silent grave--
To soothe the pain--to quell the grief
And anguish of a slave?


Come Liberty, thou cheerful sound,
Roll through my ravished ears!
Come, let my grief in joys be drowned,
And drive away my fears.


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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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