John Bunyan Poems
- Of The Boy And Butterfly Behold, how eager this our little ...
- The Shepherd Boy Sings In The ...
- Upon A Snail She goes but softly, but she goeth sure, She ...
- The Sinner And The Spider Sinner. What black, what ugly ...
- Of Hell And The Estate Of Thos...
- Of Godly Fear Us godly fear delightful unto thee, That fear ...
- Of Holiness Of Life Now, then, if holiness thou wouldst ...
John Bunyan was an English Christian writer and preacher, who is well-known for his book The Pilgrim's Progress. Though he was a Reformed Baptist, he is remembered in the Church of England with a Lesser Festival on August 30th, and on the liturgical calendar of the Episcopal Church (US) on August 29th.
John Bunyan was born in 1628 to Thomas and Margaret Bunyan in Bunyan's End in the parish of Elstow, Bedfordshire, England. Bunyan's End was located approximately half way between the hamlet of Harrowden (one mile southeast of Bedford) and Elstow's High Street. He is recorded in the Elstow parish register as having been baptised John Bunyan, on 30 November ... more »
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Of The Boy And Butterfly
Behold, how eager this our little boy
Is for a butterfly, as if all joy,
All profits, honours, yea, and lasting pleasures,
Were wrapped up in her, or the richest treasures
Found in her would be bundled up together,
When all her all is lighter than a feather.
He halloos, runs, and cries out, 'Here, boys, here!'
Nor doth he brambles or the nettles fear:
He stumbles at the molehills, up he gets,
And runs again, as one bereft of wits;
And all his labour and his large outcry
Is only for a silly butterfly.
This little boy an emblem is of...