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Her short story “The Two Offers” was the first short story published by an African American. Her poetry has been collected in Complete Poems of Frances E.W. Harper (1988, ed. Maryemma Graham), and her prose in A Brighter Coming Day (1990, ed. Frances Smith Foster). She married Fenton Harper in 1860.
- Dandelions by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper | Poetry Foundation
Dandelions. By Frances Ellen Watkins Harper. Welcome...
- Dandelions by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper | Poetry Foundation
- The Slave Mother
- Bury Me in A Free Land
- The Slave Auction
- Going East
- Lines to A Friend
- My Mother’s Kiss
- The Reunion
- Dark-Browed Martha
- The Night of Death
Heard you that shriek? It rose So wildly on the air, It seem’d as if a burden’d heart Was breaking in despair. Saw you those hands so sadly clasped— The bowed and feeble head— The shuddering of that fragile form— That look of grief and dread? Saw you the sad, imploring eye? Its every glance was pain, As if a storm of agony Were sweeping through the...
Make me a grave where’er you will, In a lowly plain, or a lofty hill Make it among earth’s humblest graves, But not in a land where men are slaves. I could not rest if around my grave I heard the steps of a trembling slave His shadow above my silent tomb Would make it a place of fearful gloom. I could not rest if I heard the tread Of a coffle gang ...
The sale began—young girls were there, Defenseless in their wretchedness, Whose stifled sobs of deep despair Revealed their anguish and distress. And mothers stood, with streaming eyes, And saw their dearest children sold; Unheeded rose their bitter cries, While tyrants bartered them for gold. And woman, with her love and truth— For these in sable ...
She came from the East a fair, young bride, With a light and a bounding heart, To find in the distant West a home With her husband to make a start. He builded his cabin far away, Where the prairie flower bloomed wild; Her love made lighter all his toil, And joy and hope around him smiled. She plied her hands to life’s homely tasks, And helped to bu...
ON REMOVING FROM HER NATIVE VILLAGE. The golden rays of sunset fall on a snow-clad hill, As standing by my window I gaze there long and still. I see a roof and a chimney, and some tall elms standing near, While the winds that sway their branches bring voices to my ear. They tell of a darkened hearth-stone, that once shone bright and gay, And of old...
My mother’s kiss, my mother’s kiss, I feel its impress now; As in the bright and happy days She pressed it on my brow. You say it is a fancied thing Within my memory fraught; To me it has a sacred place — The treasure house of thought. Again, I feel her fingers glide Amid my clustering hair; I see the love-light in her eyes, When all my life was fa...
Well, one morning real early I was going down the street, And I heard a stranger asking For Missis Chloe Fleet. There was something in his voice That made me feel quite shaky. And when I looked right in his face, Who should it be but Jakey! I grasped him tight, and took him home – What gladness filled my cup! And I laughed, and just rolled over, An...
When the frost-king clothed the forests In a flood of gorgeous dyes, Death called little dark-browed Martha To her mansion in the skies. ‘Twas a calm October Sabbath When the bell with solemn sound Knelled her to her quiet slumbers Low down in the darksome ground. Far away, where sun and summer Reign in glory all the year, Was the land she left beh...
Twas a night of dreadful horror, Death was sweeping through the land And the wings of dark destruction Were outstretched from strand to strand Strong men’s hearts grew faint with terror, As the tempest and the waves Wrecked their homes and swept them downward, Suddenly to yawning graves. ‘Mid the wastes of ruined households, And the tempest’s wild ...
Frances Watkins Harper was a strong supporter of abolition, prohibition and woman's suffrage, progressive causes linked before and after the American Civil War. She was also active in the Unitarian Church, which supported abolition. She often read her poetry at the public meetings, including the extremely popular "Bury Me in a Free Land".
Complete Poems of Frances E.W. Harper. Frances Ellen Watkins Harper. Oxford University Press, 1988 - Literary Collections - 232 pages. Frances Harper was renowned in her...
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Poetry towards Progress: Frances E. W. Harper. An activist, a teacher, a poet — Frances Ellen Watkins Harper was an extraordinary figure in American history. She was born free in the city of Baltimore in 1825, orphaned at the age of three, and grew up under the tutelage of her uncle Rev. William Watkins.
The Complete Poems of Frances E. W. Harper, 1988. Jones, Martha S.. Vanguard: How Black Women Broke Barriers, Won the Vote, and Insisted on Equality for All, New York, NY: Basic Books, 2020, 90–93, 111–118. McKnight, Utz: Frances E. W Harper : a call to conscience, Cambridge, UK ; Medford, PA : Polity Press, 2021, ISBN 978-1-5095 ...
