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 Sun's Reflection Upon The Clouds In A Fair Morning 1/1/2004
8. Upon The Sacraments 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 Lord's Prayer 1/1/2004
15. Upon The Swallow 1/1/2004
16. Upon The Skilfull Player Of An Instrument 1/1/2004
17. Of The Rose Bush 1/1/2004
18. The Necessity Of A New Heart 1/1/2004
19. To The Reader 1/1/2004
20. The Fowls Flying In The Air 1/1/2004
21. Of Uprightness And Sincerity 1/1/2004
22. On Promising Fruitfulness Of A Tree 1/1/2004
23. On The Cackling Of A Hen 1/1/2004
24. Upon A Lowering Of Morning 1/1/2004
25. Of The Spouse Of Christ 4/20/2010
26. Of The Flie At The Candle 1/1/2004
27. The Operation Of Faith 1/1/2004
28. Upon The Bee 1/1/2004
29. Upon The Disobedient Child 1/1/2004
30. Upon Fire 1/1/2004
31. Of Love To God 1/1/2004
32. Upon A Sheet Of White Paper 1/1/2004
33. Upon Thebegger 1/1/2004
34. Of The Going Down Of The Sun 1/1/2004
35. Of The Mole In The Ground 1/1/2004
36. Upon The Frog 1/1/2004
37. Of Death 1/1/2004
38. On The Rising Of The Sun 1/1/2004
39. Upon The Thief 1/1/2004
40. Upon A Penny Loaf 1/1/2004
Best Poem of John Bunyan

Upon A Snail

She goes but softly, but she goeth sure,
She stumbles not, as stronger creatures do.
Her journey's shorter, so she may endure
Better than they which do much farther go.
She makes no noise, but stilly seizeth on
The flower or herb appointed for her food,
The which she quietly doth feed upon
While others range and glare, but find no good.
And though she doth but very softly go,
However, 'tis not fast nor slow, but sure;
And certainly they that do travel so,
The prize they do aim at they do procure.


Although they seem not much to stir, ...

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Of Godly Fear

Us godly fear delightful unto thee,
That fear that God himself delights to see

Bear sway in them that love him? then he will
Thy godly mind in this request fulfil.

By giving thee a fear that tremble shall,
At every trip thou takest, lest thou fall,

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