Hannah More

(1745-1833 / England)

Hannah More Poems

1. Epitaph: On The Reverend Mr. Penrose 9/16/2010
2. Faith And Works. A Tale. 9/16/2010
3. On General Lawrence 9/16/2010
4. On Mrs. Blandford 9/16/2010
5. On Mrs. Little, In Redcliff Church, Bristol. 9/16/2010
6. On Sarah Stonhouse, Second Wife Of The Rev. Sir James Stonhouse, Bart. 9/16/2010
7. On The Reverend Mr. Hunter, Who Received A Degree From The University Of Oxford 9/16/2010
8. On The Reverend Mr. Love, In The Cathedral At Bristol 9/16/2010
9. On The Reverend Sir James Stonhouse, Bart. M.D., In The Chapel At The Hotwells, Bristol 9/16/2010
10. Reflections Of King Hezekiah, In His Sickness 9/16/2010
11. Inscription On A Cenotaph In A Garden, Erected To A Deceased Friend 9/16/2010
12. The Foolish Traveller; Or, A Good Inn Is A Bad Home 9/16/2010
13. Ode To Dragon 9/16/2010
14. On General Lawrence 9/16/2010
15. The Bleeding Rock: Or, The Metamorphosis Of A Nymph Into Stone 9/16/2010
16. Sir Eldred Of The Bower : A Legendary Tale: In Two Parts 9/16/2010
17. Daniel. A Sacred Drama 9/16/2010
18. A Christmas Hymn 9/16/2010
19. The Impossibility Conquered : Or, Love Your Neighbour As Yourself. 9/16/2010
20. On C. Dicey, Esq., In Claybrook Church, Leicestershire. 9/16/2010
21. The True Heroes : Or, The Noble Army Of Martyrs 9/16/2010
22. Humble And Unnoticed Virtue 9/16/2010
23. Florio : A Tale, For Fine Gentleman And Fine Ladies. In Two Parts 9/16/2010
24. The Bas Bleu: Or, Conversation. Addressed To Mrs. Vesey 9/16/2010
25. Ode To Charity 9/16/2010
26. Here And There 9/16/2010
27. Inscription In A Beautiful Retreat Called Fairy Bower 9/16/2010
28. The Search After Happiness. A Pastoral Drama 9/16/2010
29. War 9/16/2010
30. On A Young Lady 9/16/2010
31. The Slave Trade, A Poem 9/16/2010
Best Poem of Hannah More

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 ...

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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 beatific vision shines,
Where Angel with Archangel joins
In choral songs to sing his praise,
Parent of Life, Ancient of Days,
Who was ere Time existed, shall be

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