Skip to comments.Catholic Word of the Day: GLEBE, 08-13-14
Posted on 08/13/2014 10:04:42 AM PDT by Salvation
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A land permanently assigned for maintaining a parish. A glebe house is a parsonage or manse.
All items in this dictionary are from Fr. John Hardon's Modern Catholic Dictionary, © Eternal Life. Used with permission.
Where did it come from?
From freedictionary this etymology:
1. A plot of land belonging or yielding profit to an English parish church or an ecclesiastical office.
2. Archaic The soil or earth; land.
[Latin glba, clod.]
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It’s used in the Ellis Peters novels about the Benedictine monk that I mentioned previously.
I get it mixed up with “glede,” an equally old word that means “a hot coal.”
That night your great guns, unawares,
Shook all our coffins as we lay,
And broke the chancel window-squares,
We thought it was the Judgment-day
And sat upright. While drearisome
Arose the howl of wakened hounds:
The mouse let fall the altar-crumb,
The worms drew back into the mounds,
The glebe cow drooled. Till God called, No;
Its gunnery practice out at sea
Just as before you went below;
The world is as it used to be:
All nations striving strong to make
Red war yet redder. Mad as hatters
They do no more for Christés sake
Than you who are helpless in such matters.
That this is not the judgment-hour
For some of thems a blessed thing,
For if it were theyd have to scour
Hells floor for so much threatening....
Ha, ha. It will be warmer when
I blow the trumpet (if indeed
I ever do; for you are men,
And rest eternal sorely need).
So down we lay again. I wonder,
Will the world ever saner be,
Said one, than when He sent us under
In our indifferent century!
And many a skeleton shook his head.
Instead of preaching forty year,
My neighbour Parson Thirdly said,
I wish I had stuck to pipes and beer.
Again the guns disturbed the hour,
Roaring their readiness to avenge,
As far inland as Stourton Tower,
And Camelot, and starlit Stonehenge.
Hardy is one of the most depressing writers I know. Reading him leaves you feeling sad and hopeless . .. so I don't read him much, except for the funny bits like "Absent-mindedness in a Parish Choir".
I have a copy of a “A Shropshire Lad.” I love Hardy.
Hardy is just depressing. Although you should read this little short story. It cracked me up:
Absent-mindedness in a parish choir"
I tell everybody that singing trashy pop music in a Catholic Mass is going to lead to EXACTLY such a mixup some day. Not that anybody would notice.
Oh, right. Hardy is the novelist.
Channel firing is in my World War I poetry collection.
I'm reading a new book which discusses the role of the medieval view of planetary influences in the Narnia stories. It's really obscure . . . but it makes real sense, particularly in view of Lewis' championing the medieval world-view in The Discarded Image.
I'm only at about chapter 4, but I'll report back.
Cute story. It reminded me of “Midsomer Murders,” only nobody had died ... yet.
Sounds fascinating, like the man who analyzed all the alchemical relationships in Harry Potter.
Lol. You are the William F. Buckley of FR's religion forum!
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