John Bunyan

(28 November 1628 – 31 August 1688 / Elstow, Bedfordshire, England.)

John Bunyan Poems

1. Of The Cuckoo 1/3/2003
2. Upon The Hour Glass 1/1/2004
3. Upon The Pismire 1/1/2004
4. Upon The Horse And His Rider 1/1/2004
5. Upon Over-Much Niceness 1/1/2004
6. Upon The Flint In The Water 1/1/2004
7. Upon The Sacraments 1/1/2004
8. Upon The Sun's Reflection Upon The Clouds In A Fair Morning 1/1/2004
9. Upon The Barren Fig-Tree In God's Vineyard 1/1/2004
10. Upon The Whipping Of The Top 1/1/2004
11. Upon The Vine Tree 1/1/2004
12. Upon The Lark And The Fowler 1/1/2004
13. Upon The Sight Of A Pound Of Candles Falling To The Ground 1/1/2004
14. Upon The Disobedient Child 1/1/2004
15. Upon The Lord's Prayer 1/1/2004
16. Upon Fire 1/1/2004
17. Upon The Swallow 1/1/2004
18. Upon The Skilfull Player Of An Instrument 1/1/2004
19. Of The Rose Bush 1/1/2004
20. To The Reader 1/1/2004
21. The Necessity Of A New Heart 1/1/2004
22. The Fowls Flying In The Air 1/1/2004
23. Of Uprightness And Sincerity 1/1/2004
24. On Promising Fruitfulness Of A Tree 1/1/2004
25. On The Cackling Of A Hen 1/1/2004
26. Upon A Lowering Of Morning 1/1/2004
27. Of The Spouse Of Christ 4/20/2010
28. Upon A Looking Glass 1/1/2004
29. Upon The Thief 1/1/2004
30. Of The Flie At The Candle 1/1/2004
31. The Operation Of Faith 1/1/2004
32. Upon The Bee 1/1/2004
33. From Mount Ebal 1/1/2004
34. Of Love To God 1/1/2004
35. Upon A Sheet Of White Paper 1/1/2004
36. Upon Thebegger 1/1/2004
37. Of The Going Down Of The Sun 1/1/2004
38. Of The Mole In The Ground 1/1/2004
39. Upon The Frog 1/1/2004
40. Of Death 1/1/2004
Best Poem of John Bunyan

The Sinner And The Spider


What black, what ugly crawling thing art thou?


I am a spider——————-


A spider, ay, also a filthy creature.


Not filthy as thyself in name or feature.
My name entailed is to my creation,
My features from the God of thy salvation.


I am a man, and in God's image made,
I have a soul shall neither die nor fade,
God has possessed me with human reason,
Speak not against me lest thou speakest treason.
For if I am the image of my Maker,
Of slanders laid on me He is ...

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Upon The Vine Tree

What is the vine, more than another tree?
Nay most, than it, more tall, more comely be.
What workman thence will take a beam or pin,
To make ought which may be delighted in?
Its excellency in its fruit doth lie:
A fruitless vine, it is not worth a fly.


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