The Conference Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJ KKLLMMNNOOPPQQRSTTUU VVWWPPXXYYJJHHZZA2A2 TTB2C2D2D2E2E2MMF2F2 G2G2H2H2G2G2I2I2J2J2 K2K2MML2L2M2M2SSG2G2 G2G2N2N2E2E2O2DP2P2G 2G2M2M2Q2Q2TTG2G2G2G 2G2G2O2O2G2G2NNR2R2S 2S2FFG2G2DDG2G2T2T2B 2C2FFU2U2MMV2V2PPW2W 2X2X2Y2Z2G2G2A3A3G2G 2G2G2XXG2G2G2G2B3B3P PC3C3G2G2B3L2Grace said in form which sceptics must agree | A |
When they are told that grace was said by me | A |
The servants gone to break the scurvy jest | B |
On the proud landlord and his threadbare guest | B |
'The King' gone round my lady too withdrawn | C |
My lord in usual taste began to yawn | C |
And lolling backward in his elbow chair | D |
With an insipid kind of stupid stare | D |
Picking his teeth twirling his seals about | E |
Churchill you have a poem coming out | E |
You've my best wishes but I really fear | F |
Your Muse in general is too severe | F |
Her spirit seems her interest to oppose | G |
And where she makes one friend makes twenty foes | G |
C Your lordship's fears are just I feel their force | H |
But only feel it as a thing of course | H |
The man whose hardy spirit shall engage | I |
To lash the vices of a guilty age | I |
At his first setting forward ought to know | J |
That every rogue he meets must be his foe | J |
That the rude breath of satire will provoke | K |
Many who feel and more who fear the stroke | K |
But shall the partial rage of selfish men | L |
From stubborn Justice wrench the righteous pen | L |
Or shall I not my settled course pursue | M |
Because my foes are foes to Virtue too | M |
L What is this boasted Virtue taught in schools | N |
And idly drawn from antiquated rules | N |
What is her use Point out one wholesome end | O |
Will she hurt foes or can she make a friend | O |
When from long fasts fierce appetites arise | P |
Can this same Virtue stifle Nature's cries | P |
Can she the pittance of a meal afford | Q |
Or bid thee welcome to one great man's board | Q |
When northern winds the rough December arm | R |
With frost and snow can Virtue keep thee warm | S |
Canst thou dismiss the hard unfeeling dun | T |
Barely by saying thou art Virtue's son | T |
Or by base blundering statesmen sent to jail | U |
Will Mansfield take this Virtue for thy bail | U |
Believe it not the name is in disgrace | V |
Virtue and Temple now are out of place | V |
Quit then this meteor whose delusive ray | W |
Prom wealth and honour leads thee far astray | W |
True virtue means let Reason use her eyes | P |
Nothing with fools and interest with the wise | P |
Wouldst thou be great her patronage disclaim | X |
Nor madly triumph in so mean a name | X |
Let nobler wreaths thy happy brows adorn | Y |
And leave to Virtue poverty and scorn | Y |
Let Prudence be thy guide who doth not know | J |
How seldom Prudence can with Virtue go | J |
To be successful try thy utmost force | H |
And Virtue follows as a thing of course | H |
Hirco who knows not Hirco stains the bed | Z |
Of that kind master who first gave him bread | Z |
Scatters the seeds of discord through the land | A2 |
Breaks every public every private band | A2 |
Beholds with joy a trusting friend undone | T |
Betrays a brother and would cheat a son | T |
What mortal in his senses can endure | B2 |
The name of Hirco for the wretch is poor | C2 |
Let him hang drown starve on a dunghill rot | D2 |
By all detested live and die forgot | D2 |
Let him a poor return in every breath | E2 |
Feel all Death's pains yet be whole years in death | E2 |
Is now the general cry we all pursue | M |
Let Fortune change and Prudence changes too | M |
Supple and pliant a new system feels | F2 |
Throws up her cap and spaniels at his heels | F2 |
Long live great Hirco cries by interest taught | G2 |
And let his foes though I prove one be nought | G2 |
C Peace to such men if such men can have peace | H2 |
Let their possessions let their state increase | H2 |
Let their base services in courts strike root | G2 |
And in the season bring forth golden fruit | G2 |
I envy not let those who have the will | I2 |
And with so little spirit so much skill | I2 |
With such vile instruments their fortunes carve | J2 |
Rogues may grow fat an honest man dares starve | J2 |
L These stale conceits thrown off let us advance | K2 |
For once to real life and quit romance | K2 |
Starve pretty talking but I fain would view | M |
That man that honest man would do it too | M |
Hence to yon mountain which outbraves the sky | L2 |
And dart from pole to pole thy strengthen'd eye | L2 |
Through all that space you shall not view one man | M2 |
Not one who dares to act on such a plan | M2 |
Cowards in calms will say what in a storm | S |
The brave will tremble at and not perform | S |
Thine be the proof and spite of all you've said | G2 |
You'd give your honour for a crust of bread | G2 |
C What proof might do what hunger might effect | G2 |
What famish'd Nature looking with neglect | G2 |
On all she once held dear what fear at strife | N2 |
With fainting virtue for the means of life | N2 |
Might make this coward flesh in love with breath | E2 |
Shuddering at pain and shrinking back from death | E2 |
In treason to my soul descend to boar | O2 |
Trusting to fate I neither know nor care | D |
Once at this hour those wounds afresh I feel | P2 |
Which nor prosperity nor time can heal | P2 |
Those wounds which Fate severely hath decreed | G2 |
Mention'd or thought of must for ever bleed | G2 |
Those wounds which humbled all that pride of man | M2 |
Which brings such mighty aid to Virtue's plan | M2 |
Once awed by Fortune's most oppressive frown | Q2 |
By legal rapine to the earth bow'd clown | Q2 |
My credit at last gasp my state undone | T |
Trembling to meet the shock I could not shun | T |
Virtue gave ground and blank despair prevail'd | G2 |
Sinking beneath the storm my spirits fail'd | G2 |
Like Peter's faith till one a friend indeed | G2 |
May all distress find such in time of need | G2 |
One kind good man in act in word in thought | G2 |
By Virtue guided and by Wisdom taught | G2 |
Image of Him whom Christians should adore | O2 |
Stretch'd forth his hand and brought me safe to shore | O2 |
Since by good fortune into notice raised | G2 |
And for some little merit largely praised | G2 |
Indulged in swerving from prudential rules | N |
Hated by rogues and not beloved by fools | N |
Placed above want shall abject thirst of wealth | R2 |
So fiercely war 'gainst my soul's dearest health | R2 |
That as a boon I should base shackles crave | S2 |
And born to freedom make myself a slave | S2 |
That I should in the train of those appear | F |
Whom Honour cannot love nor Manhood fear | F |
That I no longer skulk from street to street | G2 |
Afraid lest duns assail and bailiffs meet | G2 |
That I from place to place this carcase bear | D |
Walk forth at large and wander free as air | D |
That I no longer dread the awkward friend | G2 |
Whose very obligations must offend | G2 |
Nor all too froward with impatience burn | T2 |
At suffering favours which I can't return | T2 |
That from dependence and from pride secure | B2 |
I am not placed so high to scorn the poor | C2 |
Nor yet so low that I my lord should fear | F |
Or hesitate to give him sneer for sneer | F |
That whilst sage Prudence my pursuits confirms | U2 |
I can enjoy the world on equal terms | U2 |
That kind to others to myself most true | M |
Feeling no want I comfort those who do | M |
And with the will have power to aid distress | V2 |
These and what other blessings I possess | V2 |
From the indulgence of the public rise | P |
All private patronage my soul defies | P |
By candour more inclined to save than damn | W2 |
A generous Public made me what I am | W2 |
All that I have they gave just Memory bears | X2 |
The grateful stamp and what I am is theirs | X2 |
L To feign a red hot zeal for Freedom's cause | Y2 |
To mouth aloud for liberties and laws | Z2 |
For public good to bellow all abroad | G2 |
Serves well the purposes of private fraud | G2 |
Prudence by public good intends her own | A3 |
If you mean otherwise you stand alone | A3 |
What do we mean by country and by court | G2 |
What is it to oppose what to support | G2 |
Mere words of course and what is more absurd | G2 |
Than to pay homage to an empty word | G2 |
Majors and minors differ but in name | X |
Patriots and ministers are much the same | X |
The only difference after all their rout | G2 |
Is that the one is in the other out | G2 |
Explore the dark recesses of the mind | G2 |
In the soul's honest volume read mankind | G2 |
And own in wise and simple great and small | B3 |
The same grand leading principle in all | B3 |
Whate'er we talk of wisdom to the wise | P |
Of goodness to the good of public ties | P |
Which to our country link of private bands | C3 |
Which claim most dear attention at our hands | C3 |
For parent and for child for wife and friend | G2 |
Our first great mover and our last great end | G2 |
Is one and by whatever name we call | B3 |
The ruling ty | L2 |
Charles Churchill
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