Hannah More Poems
- War O War, What art thou? After the brightest conquest, ...
- The Slave Trade, A Poem If heaven has into being deign'd to ...
- On A Young Lady Go, peaceful shade! exchange for sin and ...
- The Search After Happiness. A ...
- Inscription In A Beautiful Ret...
- Here And There Here bliss is short, imperfect, ...
- Ode To Charity O Charity, divinely wise, Thou meek-ey'd ...
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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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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O War, What art thou?
After the brightest conquest, what remains
Of all thy glories? For the vanquish'd - chains -
For the proud victor - what? Alas! to reign
O'er desolated nations - a drear waste,
By one man's crime, by one man's lust of power,
Unpeopled! Naked plains and ravaged fields,
Succeed to smiling harvests and the fruits
Of peaceful olive - luscious fig and vine!
Here, rifled temples are the cavern'd dens
Of savage beasts, or haunt of birds obscene;
There, populous cities blacken in the sun,
And in the general wreck proud palaces