ivor or ivor.e hogg

Rookie (7/4/1934 / Hebburn.Co Durham U.K)

It Could Be True For M' Lady Ernestine - Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

Anselm the abbot avidly believed in bibliography.
He loved learning passionately and filled the abbey library
with scrolls and books of sacred lore and had scriveners by the score.
Who had the task of copying and reproducing everything.
Anselm decreed each monk must learn to read and write each in their turn
Although some monks were not impressed they had to learn at his behest.
Anselm the abbot’s word was law and soon the Abbey boasted more monks who were truly literate and able to communicate.
knowledge acquired painfully to other brothers easily.
Anselm had inadvertently created very probably
The very first religious school where love of learning was the rule
And so the abbey came to be more of a school than monastery
Anselm had realised his dream and risen high in the esteem
not only of the monarchy but of the church authority
The king decreed Anselm should be rewarded for his industry.
So he created Kings College where monks could pass on their knowledge.
And that’s how Oxford came to be in time a university
Where students came from far and wide to study by the riverside
A little bit of history not noted for its accuracy
I have no doubt you will agree it could well solve the mystery.


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Comments about It Could Be True For M' Lady Ernestine by ivor or ivor.e hogg

  • Ernestine NorthoverErnestine Northover (10/31/2009 4:47:00 PM)

    It could indeed Ivor, and why couldn't it be true, sounds pretty true to me. Good storyline with a sensible answer to how it all came to be. I'm sure a lot of stories of places and happenings are possibly made up to make them interesting, who knows! ! !
    Love and hugs Ernestine XXX

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 17, 2008

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