Hannah More (2 February 1745 – 7 September 1833) was an English religious writer, Romantic and philanthropist. She can be said to have made three reputations in the course of her long life: as a poet and playwright in the circle of Johnson, Reynolds and Garrick, as a writer on moral and religious subjects, and as a practical philanthropist.
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Hannah More Poems
The Slave Trade, A Poem
If heaven has into being deign'd to call Thy light, O Liberty! to shine on all; Bright intellectual Sun! why does thy ray
On A Young Lady
Go, peaceful shade! exchange for sin and care The glorious palm which patient suff'rers wear! Go, take the meed victorious meekness gains,
O War, What art thou? After the brightest conquest, what remains Of all thy glories? For the vanquish'd - chains -
The Search After Happiness. A Pastoral D...
'To rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind,
Inscription In A Beautiful Retreat Calle...
Airy spirits, you who love Cooling bower, or shady grove; Streams that murmur as they flow,
Here And There
Here bliss is short, imperfect, insincere, But total, absolute, and perfect there. Here time's a moment, short our happiest state,
Ode To Charity
O Charity, divinely wise, Thou meek-ey'd Daughter of the skies From the pure fountain of eternal light, Where fair, immutable, and ever bright,
Humble And Unnoticed Virtue
O my son! The ostentatious virtues which still press For notice and for praise; the brilliant deeds Which live but in the eye of observation -
The Bas Bleu: Or, Conversation. Addresse...
VESEY, of Verse the judge and friend, Awhile my idle strain attend: Not with the days of early Greece,
The True Heroes : Or, The Noble Army Of ...
You who love a tale of glory, Listen to the song I sing: Heroes of the Christian story Are the heroes I shall bring.
Florio : A Tale, For Fine Gentleman And ...
Florio, a youth of gay renown, Who figured much about the town, Had pass'd, with general approbation,
On C. Dicey, Esq., In Claybrook Church, ...
O Thou, or friend or stranger, who shalt tread These solemn mansions of the silent dead! Think, when this record to enquiring eyes,
The Impossibility Conquered : Or, Love Y...
The Objector. Each man who lives, the Scriptures prove, Must as himself his neighbour love;
Daniel. A Sacred Drama
Persons of the Drama. Darius, King of Media and Babylon. Pharnaces, Courtier, Enemy to Daniel. Soranus, dido.
Quotationsmore quotations »
My plan of instruction is extremely simple and limited. They learn, on week-days, such coarse works as may fit them for servants. I allow of no writing for the poor. My object is not to make fanatics,...Hannah More (1745-1833), British writer, reformer, philanthropist. Letter, 1801, to the Bishop of Bath and Wells. The Letters of Hannah More (1925).
''Going to the opera, like getting drunk, is a sin that carries its own punishment with it.''Hannah More (1745-1833), British writer, reformer, philanthropist. Letter, 1775, to her sister. The Letters of Hannah More (1925).
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The Slave Trade, A Poem
If heaven has into being deign'd to call
Thy light, O Liberty! to shine on all;
Bright intellectual Sun! why does thy ray
To earth distribute only partial day?
Since no resisting cause from spirit flows
Thy penetrating essence to opose;
No obstacles by Nature's hand imprest,
Thy subtle and ethereal beams arrest;
Nor motion's laws can speed thy active course,
Nor strong repulsion's pow'rs obstruct thy force;
Since there is no convexity in Mind,
Why are thy genial beams to parts confin'd?
While the chill North with thy bright ray is blest,
Why should fell ...