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
O War, What art thou? After the brightest conquest, what remains Of all thy glories? For the vanquish'd - chains -
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,
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,
Here And There
Here bliss is short, imperfect, insincere, But total, absolute, and perfect there. Here time's a moment, short our happiest state,
Inscription In A Beautiful Retreat Calle...
Airy spirits, you who love Cooling bower, or shady grove; Streams that murmur as they flow,
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 -
Ode To Dragon
Dragon! since lyrics are the mode, To thee I dedicate my Ode, And reason good I plead: Are those who cannot write, to blame
Faith And Works. A Tale.
Good Dan and Jane were man and wife, And lived a loving kind of life. One point, however, they disputed And each by turns his mate confuted.
A Christmas Hymn
O now wondrous is the story Of our blest Redeemer's birth? See the mighty Lord of Glory
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,
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 Impossibility Conquered : Or, Love Y...
The Objector. Each man who lives, the Scriptures prove, Must as himself his neighbour love;
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.
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 ...