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Title: The Bible and the Anglo-Saxon people
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Canton, William, 1845-1926
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Publisher: London, Dent
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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ces** piping hot from Rome; begging friars withtheir tablets for the names of those who want theirprayers. The wheedling Minorite goes from houseto house collecting for a new church, whose high wallsand wide windows are to be painted and beautifiedwith gay glittering glass. And mightest thou amendcn us • with money of thine own.Thou shouldst kneel before Christ • in compass of gold.In the wide window westward, ♦ well nigh in the middle;And St. Francis himself • should fold thee in his cope.And present thee to the Trinity, ♦ and pray for thy sins.Thy name shall nobly be written ♦ and wrought for the nonce.And in remembrance of thee • be read there for ever.And, brother, be thou nought afeared ; • bethink in thy heart.Though thou ken not thy creed, • care thou no more !I shall assoil (absolve) thee, sir, • and set it on my soul. * Through the noise and stir comes the cry ofyeoman and serf, the ragged villeins of the oatcake,» The Creed of Piers Ploughman, 243-262.34
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Anglo-Saxon People the water, and the straw, the poor souls who forvelvet and fur have but ** pain and labour, the rainand the wind in the fields/ Here over the Englishacres the rustic drives his team — four oxen, sohunger-bitten you can count their ribs. The man isin a coat of coarse stuff, * cary the name of it. Hishood is full of holes, and his hair stares through;his toes come out through his gnarled patched shoon ;his hose and his ragged mittens are beslummeredwith mire. His wife walks beside him with a longgoad, in a short smock, with a winnowing sheetabout her to protect her from the weather ; her barefeet leave tracks of blood on the bare ice. And at the lands end lay ♦ a little crum-bowl.And thereon lay a little child • lapped in clouts;And twain of two years old * upon another side.And all they sang one song • that sorrow was to hear;They cried all one cry, • a careful note.The sely (poor) man sighed sore, • and said, * Children, be still.* ^ Poor folk like these

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