Top 100 Poems About: FAITH

In this page, poems on / about “faith” are listed.
  • 1.
    "Faith" Is A Fine Invention


    "Faith" is a fine invention
    When Gentlemen can see— read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 2.
    Sonnet 141: In Faith, I Do Not Love Thee With Mine Eyes

    In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
    For they in thee a thousand errors note;
    But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
    Who in despite of view is pleased to dote. read more »

    William Shakespeare
  • 3.
    Faith—is The Pierless Bridge


    Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
    Supporting what We see read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 4.

    'Faith' is a fine invention
    When Gentlemen can see— read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 5.

    Lord, how couldst thou so much appease
    Thy wrath for sin, as when man's sight was dim,
    And could see little, to regard his ease,
    And bring by Faith all things to him? read more »

    George Herbert
  • 6.
    Parable Of Faith

    Now, in twilight, on the palace steps
    the king asks forgiveness of his lady.

    He is not read more »

    Louise Gluck
  • 7.

    People call it a believe
    Some call it tolerance
    But faith justified a person
    By faith we are sanctified read more »

    ogunleye kayode peter
  • 8.
    Faith And Despondency

    The winter wind is loud and wild,
    Come close to me, my darling child;
    Forsake thy books, and mateless play;
    And, while the night is gathering grey, read more »

    Emily Jane Brontë
  • 9.
    A Woman Of Faith

    I am a woman of faith
    To a one true God
    Depending, leaning and relying
    I run to You in prayer read more »

    Meggie Gultiano
  • 10.
    In Faith

    When the soft sweet wind o' the south went by,
    I dwelt in the light of a dark brown eye;
    And out where the robin sang his song,
    We lived and loved, while the days were long. read more »

    Ella Wheeler Wilcox
  • 11.
    If This Were Faith

    God, if this were enough,
    That I see things bare to the buff
    And up to the buttocks in mire;
    That I ask nor hope nor hire, read more »

    Robert Louis Stevenson
  • 12.

    And is the great cause lost beyond recall?
       Have all the hopes of ages come to naught?
       Is life no more with noble meaning fraught?
    Is life but death, and love its funeral pall? read more »

    Ada Cambridge
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