- And they are gone—that little band The Separation
- Dear cherished hours, how much ye tell Hours of Childhood
- Farewell!—but thou wilt soon forget The Farewell
- Father, we lift the suppliant eye, A Prayer
- Mother, I leave thee—thou hast been, The Slave Girl’s Farewell
- O, speed thee! speed thee! gallant bark, To the Hibernia
- Oh, woman, woman, in thy brightest hour An Appeal to Woman
- Oh! mother, weep not, though our lot be hard, The Slave Girl’s Address to Her Mother
- Oh! speak not of heathenish darkness again, My Country
- The cold storms of winter shall chill him no more, The Grave of the Slave
- The friends we’ve loved, the home we’ve left, Past Joys
- There lies the sole remaining hope A Mother’s Grief
- This sacred right none are denied, Prayer
- To see our pathway strewn with flowers, Life
All poets.