The Slave Trade, A Poem (Hannah More Poems)
If heaven has into being deign'd to callThy light, O Liberty! to shine on all;Bright intellectual Sun! why does thy ...
If heaven has into being deign'd to callThy light, O Liberty! to shine on all;Bright intellectual Sun! why does thy ...
Money. Riches. Wealth.Gold is the greatest God: tho' yet we seeNo Temples rais'd to Money's Majesty,No Altars fuming to her ...
Happy the Man, who void of Care and Strife, In silken or in leathern Purse retains A Splendid Shilling He nor hears ...
1Illustrious Queen! The loyal Zeal excuse,The fond Ambition, of a British Muse,Who wou'd, in Merlin's Praise, attempt to soar;And in ...
Hear me! ye firm and uncorrupted few,Followers of freedom! and of virtue too!Ye, who are pleading with a noble zealFor ...
I. She comes, benign enchantress, heav'n born PEACE! With mercy beaming in her radiant eye; She bids the horrid din of battle cease, And ...
We are the valiant Knights of PeaceWho prattle for the Right:Our banner is of snowy fleece,Inscrib'd: "TOO PROUD TO FIGHT!"By ...
INSCRIB'D on many a learned page,In mystic characters and sage,Long time my first has stood;And though its golden age be ...
THIS tomb, inscrib'd to gentle Parnell's name,May speak our gratitude, but not his fame.What heart but feels his sweetly-moral lay,That ...
In that soft season, when descending show'rsCall forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;When op'ning buds salute the welcome ...
Astrea, eldest born of Jove, Whom all the gods revere and love, Was sent, while man deserv'd their care, On ...
'TIS past! The sultry tyrant of the southHas spent his short-liv'd rage; more grateful hoursMove silent on; the skies no ...
Madame,VVhil'st that, for which all vertue now is sold, And almost every vice, almightie gold,That which, to boote with hell, ...
Oh! no, not lovelier looks the muse, In fiction's gaudy colours drest;'Tis but the heartless bard's excuse, 'Twas ...
As one, who journeys over unknown lands,Ere yet the sun withdraws his western ray,Stops on some mountain's brow, whose site ...
DARK is the hour inscrib'd on memory's page, Too often drawn from sad affliction's store;Of future sorrows the too ...
Dorinda. SAbæan Perfumes fragrant Roses bring, With all the Flowers that Paint the gaudy Spring: Scatter them all in young ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
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