To whom used my boy George quaff else,
By the old fool's side that begot him?
For whom did he cheer and laugh else,
While Noll's damned troopers shot him?
(Chorus) King Charles, and who'll do him rigist now?

King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now ?
Give a rouse : here's, in hell's despite now,
King Charles !





Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Rescue my castle before the hot day
Brightens to blue from its silvery gray,

(Chorus) Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!


Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you'd say;

5 Many's the friend there, will listen and pray God's luck to gallants that strike up the lay

(Chorus) Boot, saddle, to horse, and away !



Forty miles off, like a roebuck at bay,
Flouts Castle Brancepeth the Roundheads' array:
Who laughs, “ Good fellows ere this, by my fay,

(Chorus) “ Boot, saddle, to horse, and away ! 16. Noll.

Oliver Cromwell, England's patriot general and statesman, after Charles I.'s execution Lord Protector of England.

III. 10. Flouts (ME. fluyten, jeer, play the flute). Scoff, mock. 11. Fay. An archaic form of faith.


Who? My wife Gertrude; that, honest and gay,
Laughs when you talk of surrendering, Nay!
I've better counselors; what counsel they?

15 (Chorus) Boot, saddle, to horse, and away !

Song From Pippa Passes ” *

The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven-
All's right with the world!


An Epistle +




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KARSHISH, the picker-up of learning's crumbs,
The not-incurious in God's handiwork
(This man’s-flesh he hath admirably made,

Blown like a bubble, kneaded like a paste, Pippa's hymn strikes the keynote of the whole poem, asserting that “the service of all God's children is equally valuable in his sight.”

+ An Epistle was begun at Rome in the winter of 1853-54, and finished later at Florence. It was published in Men and Women, 1855.

The poem is based on the account given in John ii. 1-46 of Christ's healing of Lazarus. Hardly less remarkable than the depictment of the effect of Lazarus’ experience on his subsequent life is the psychological study of the learned leech, with his incredulous, science-trained intellect and his heart hungering for God's truth. Despite his protestations, we soon feel that it is to tell this strange tale of Lazarus--not to discourse of spiders and borage--that he writes to his master, and the truth breaks out at the last in that yearning eloquent cry for the God of Love.


To coop up and keep down on earth a space

5 That puff of vapor from his mouth, man's soul) -To Abib, all-sagacious in our art, Breeder in me of what poor skill I boast, Like me inquisitive how pricks and cracks Befall the flesh thro’ too much stress and strain, Whereby the wily vapor fain would slip Back and rejoin its source before the term,And aptest in contrivance (under God) To baffle it by deftly stopping such:The vagrant Scholar to his sage at home

15 Sends greeting (health and knowledge, fame with peace) Three samples of true snake-stone-rarer still, One of the other sort, the melon-shaped, (But fitter, pounded fine, for charms than drugs) And writeth now the twenty-second time.

My journeyings were brought to Jericho:
Thus I resume. Who studious in our art
Shall count a little labor unrepaid?
I have shed sweat enough, left flesh and bone
On many a flinty furlong of this land.

Also the country-side is all on fire
With rumors of a marching hitherward:
Some say Vespasian cometh, some, his son.
A black lynx snarled and pricked a tufted ear:
Lust of my blood inflamed his yellow balls:

30 I cried and threw my staff and he was gone. Twice have the robbers stripped and beaten me, And once a town declared me for a spy; But at the end, I reach Jerusalem,


17. Snakestone. Placed upon a snake-bite, it was supposed to absorb or charm away the poison.

21. Were brought. That is, in his last letter. 22-33

See the true spirit of the man of science,-his zeal in pursuit of knowledge, his contempt of hindering dangers.

28. This gives us the date of the Epistle. Titus Flavius Vespasianus was sent by Nero in 66 to conduct the war against the Jews; when proclaimed emperor in 70 he left his son to carry on the war.

Since this poor covert where I pass the night, 35
This Bethany, lies scarce the distance thence
A man with plague-sores at the third degree
Runs till he drops down dead. Thou laughest here!
'Sooth, it elates me, thus reposed and safe,
To void the stuffing of my travel-scrip

And share with thee whatever Jewry yields.
A viscid choler is observable
In tertians, I was nearly bold to say;
And falling-sickness hath a happier cure
Than our school wots of: there's a spider here 45
Weaves no web, watches on the ledge of tombs,
Sprinkled with mottles on an ash-gray back;
Take five and drop them . .. but who knows his

The Syrian run-a-gate I trust this to?
His service payeth me a sublimate
Blown up his nose to help the ailing eye.
Best wait: I reach Jerusalem at morn,
There set in order my experiences,
Gather what most deserves, and give thee all-
Or I might add, Judæa's gum-tragacanth

Scales off in purer flakes, shines clearer-grained,
Cracks 'twixt the pestle and the porphyry,
In fine exceeds our produce. Scalp-disease
Confounds me, crossing so with leprosy:
Thou hadst admired one sort I gained at Zoar- 60
But zeal outruns discretion. Here I end.

50 65

36. Bethany. A village two miles from Jerusalem. The leech indicates the distance vividly and characteristically.

42. Choler (Gr. chole, bile). Here used in its original sense of bile.

45. Spider. Probably one of the saltigrade species, which springs on its prey like a cat or tiger. Spiders were used internally and externally for medicine down to a comparatively recent period. Sir Walter Raleigh, for instance, approved the healing virtues of a certain spider preparation.

57. Porphyry. A hard stone used by the ancients as a mortar.

60. Hadst. Wouldst have. Zoar. One of the cities of the plain," near the Dead Sea ; cf. Gen. xix. 22.

Yet stay! my Syrian blinketh gratefully,
Protesteth his devotion is my price-
Suppose I write what harms not, tho' he steal?
I half resolve to tell thee, yet I blush,
What set me off a-writing first of all.
An itch I had, a sting to write, a tang!
For, be it this town's barrenness—or else
The Man had something in the look of him-
His case has struck me far more than 'tis worth.
So, pardon if—(lest presently I lose,
In the great press of novelty at hand,
The care and pains this somehow stole from me)
I bid thee take the thing while fresh in mind,
Almost in sight-for, wilt thou have the truth?
The very man is gone from me but now,
Whose ailment is the subject of discourse.
Thus then, and let thy better wit help all!




'Tis but a case of mania: subinduced
By epilepsy, at the turning point

Of trance prolonged unduly some three days
When, by the exhibition of some drug
Or spell, exorcization, stroke of art
Unknown to me and which 'twere well to know,
The evil thing, outbreaking all at once,
Left the man whole and sound of body indeed,
But, flinging (so to speak) life's gates too wide,
Making a clear house of it too suddenly,
The first conceit that entered might inscribe
Whatever it was minded on the wall

So plainly at that vantage, as it were,
(First come, first served) that nothing subsequent
Attaineth to erase those fancy-scrawls

The just-returned and new-established soul 63. et seq. Karshish protests that it is because he fears to trust his Syrian messenger with important matters that he tells the idle tale of Lazarus-thus deprecating Abib's scorn. 82. Exhibition. Here has its medical sense to administer a remedy.

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