Poems

The Lute of Afric’s Tribe To the memory of Dr. J. McSimpson, a colored Author of Anti-Slavery Ballads. Written for the Zanesville, O., Courier. When Israel […]

The Movers ‘Twas in the long ago, ‘Twas in the age of woods Of Young America, That moving, rattling, slow Towards the Western plain, A single […]

The Old Sac Village Ye who read in musty volumes Pages worn of Backwoods Times, Of the red man and the white man, In the thrilling […]

The Runaway Awake, my muse, ye goodly sights among, The land of Boone and Kenton claims my song. Thro’ other scenes our lovers take their flight, […]

The Thunder Storm Lo! how the Heavens ponder now, They look so still and moody! And every leaf, and every bough, Are in a dark deep […]

The Tramps Soliloquy Had I an envied name and purse of gold, My friends were more than all my wants twice told; Reduced to rags and […]

To Baby’s Canary, Accidentally Killed Thou tiny cheer, So welcome wast thou here, Coming to our home with baby bright, To make our hearts glad, and […]

To The Student Who flees the regions of the lower mind, Where these distempers breathe on every wind: Infectious dogmatisms, noxious hate, Old snarly spleen, and […]

Ye Bards of England England, cannot thy shores boast bards as great, And hearts as good as ever blest a State? When arts were rude and […]

‘A terra d’u ricorde S’i campène di Pasck su’ paroue di Crist ch’è fatte nghiure ‘a morte, mò sta parleta frisca di paise jèttete u bbànne […]