Category: Black History
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“Early Affection” by George Moses Horton (1792? – 1883)
“…’ll love thee for those sparkling eyes, To which my fondness was betray’d, Bearing the tincture of the skies, To glow when other beauties fade..,”
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“Dr. Booker T. Washington to the National Negro Business League” by Joseph Seamon Cotter, Sr. (1861 – 1949)
“…A little gold won’t mar our grace, A little ease our glory. This world’s a better biding place When money clinks its story…”
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“Imploring to be Resigned at Death” by George Moses Horton (1798–1884)
“…Let me die without fear of the dead, No horrors my soul shall dismay, And with faith’s pillow under my head, With defiance to mortal decay, Go chanting away…”
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“Wordsworth” by Charlotte L. Forten Grimke (1837 – 1914)
“…The calm, more ardent singers cannot give; As in the glare intense of tropic days, Gladly we turn from the sun’s radiant beams, And grateful hail fair Luna’s tender light…”
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“A Poem Entitled the Day and the War” by James Madison Bell (1826 – 1902)
“…A fitting day for such a deed, But far more fit, when it shall lead To the final abolition Of the last slave’s sad condition…;”
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“The Misanthropist” by James Monroe Whitfield (1822 – 1871)
The Misanthropist BY JAMES MONROE WHITFIELD In vain thou bid’st me strike the lyre, And sing a song of mirth and glee, Or, kindling with poetic fire, Attempt some higher minstrelsy; In vain, in vain! for every thought That issues from this throbbing brain, Is from its first conception fraught With gloom and darkness, woe…
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“Liberty and Slavery” by George Moses Horton (1798 – 1884)
“…How long have I in bondage lain, And languished to be free! Alas! and must I still complain— Deprived of liberty…”
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“Sonnet” by Alice Dunbar- Nelson
“…The thought of violets meant florists’ shops, 5 And bows and pins, and perfumed papers fine; And garish lights, and mincing little fops…”
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“The Wife-Woman” by Anne Spencer
“We trekked into a far country, My friend and I. Our deeper content was never spoken, But each knew all the other said…”
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“And What Shall You Say?” by Joseph S. Cotter, Jr.
“Lord, I do not hate, I am hated. I scourge no one, I am scourged…”
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