The pilgrims progress
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| dc.contributor.author | Bunyan, John |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2022-08-19T15:07:27Z |
| dc.date.available | 2022-08-19T15:07:27Z |
| dc.date.created | 1678 |
| dc.date.issued | 1993-07-06 |
| dc.identifier | ota:1895 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/1895 |
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| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
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| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.title | The pilgrims progress |
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| otaterms.date.range | 1600-1699 |
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THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS
FROM THIS WORLD
TO THAT WHICH IS TO COME
DELIVERED UNDER THE SIMILITUDE OF A DREAM
BY JOHN BUNYAN
[Transcribed by C.E.K. from an uncopyrighted 1942 edition.]
Contents
THE AUTHORS APOLOGY FOR HIS BOOK
THE PILGRIMS PROGRESS
IN THE SIMILITUDE OF A DREAM
THE CONCLUSION
The Author's Apology
for his Book
WHEN AT THE FIRST I TOOK MY PEN IN HAND
Thus for to write, I did not understand
That I at all should make a little book
In such a mode; nay, I had undertook
To make another; which, when almost done,
Before I was aware, I this begun.
And thus it was: I, writing of the way
And race of saints, in this our gospel day,
Fell suddenly into an allegory
About their journey, and the way to glory,
In more than twenty things which I set down.
This done, I twenty more had in my crown;
And they again began to multiply,
Like sparks that from the coals of fire do fly.
Nay, then, thought I, if that you breed so fast,
I'll put you by yourselves, le . . .
