The Convocation: A Poem Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEEFF GBHHII CCCCCCJJKKLM NNCC CCOOEE PPEEQQ CCCCRRQQCCQQ SSTT UUVV MMWXEECC YYZZCCRR A2A2VV B2B2CC CCZZBB CCC2C2 ZZZZZZ ZZZZ ZZD2E2 KKZZ CCF2G2 CCH2I2 VVEEC2C2 RRCCZZ UUCCEEUUVVV ZZZZZZZZZZ VVZZ ZZQQ ZZCCCC E| When Vertue's Standard Ecclesiasticks bear | A |
| Their sacred Robe the noblest Minds revere | B |
| All to its Guidance do their Thoughts submit | C |
| But such who triumph in licentious Wit | C |
| And nauseous Mirth as high Desert esteem | D |
| When rais'd by Scorn upon Religion's Theme | D |
| As Kings by Right Divine o'er Nations sway | E |
| As the most worthy their high Pow'rs obey | E |
| Homage by all is to the Priesthood born | F |
| And none but Fools their Heav'nly Pastors scorn | F |
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| Yet censure not the Muse's Freedom here | G |
| If urg'd by Errors she must seem severe | B |
| Tho' keen her Satyr she no Envy bears | H |
| Tho' Priests she lashes she their Function spares | H |
| Nor for ill Members such the Clergy calls | I |
| But on their Shame and not their Glory falls | I |
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| Of all the Plagues with which the World is curst | C |
| Time has still prov'd that Priestcraft is the worst | C |
| By some what Notions thro' the World are spread | C |
| On Falshoods grounded and from Int'rest bred | C |
| Errour has still the giddy World perplext | C |
| Whilst Scripture gilds it with some sacred Text | C |
| This wild Opinions Strife and Faction brings | J |
| The Bane of Nations the Misrule of Kings | J |
| Priests oft profane what they from Heav'n derive | K |
| Some live by Legends some by Murders thrive | K |
| Some sell their Gods and Altar Rites deface | L |
| With Doctrines some the Brain sick People craze | M |
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| The Pagan prey on slaughter'd Wretches Fates | N |
| The Romish fatten on the best Estates | N |
| The British stain what Heav'n has right confest | C |
| And Sectaries the Scriptures falsly wrest | C |
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| Amongst the Tribe how few are as they ought | C |
| Clear in their Souls instructive in their Thought | C |
| The Good like Prophets shew their Precepts pure | O |
| The Ill with Craft the Heav'nly Light obscure | O |
| False to their Trust they lead their Flocks astray | E |
| And with their Errors cloud the sacred Way | E |
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| Tho' artless Numbers may my Verses throng | P |
| Yet now Religion's Cause inspires my Song | P |
| Undaunted then my Muse thy Purpose say | E |
| And for the Church thy warmest Zeal display | E |
| An Erring Prelate let thy Lays proclaim | Q |
| And sing the Convocation's sacred Fame | Q |
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| When dire Confusion bore a dreadful Hand | C |
| And sore Divisions shook the guilty Land | C |
| When Schisms rent the Church Faction the State | C |
| And Schoolmens Quarrels did new Broils create | C |
| 'Midst Crowds of Libels publish'd to enrage | R |
| Writ to corrupt but not t'improve the Age | R |
| Forth to the World from a Learn'd Author came | Q |
| Two which bear Censures equal to their Fame | Q |
| By some admired and by some contemn'd | C |
| Prais'd by the Vulgar by his Peers condemn'd | C |
| If from Sincerity Faith ought can claim | Q |
| Hard Deprivations theirs aloud proclaim | Q |
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| Next Ordination to explode he seems | S |
| Orders are Trifles Church Commissions Dreams | S |
| The Sense it self these Explanations own | T |
| Which none unbyass'd can as just disown | T |
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| What more can Deists to the Church reply | U |
| They in this wise her Sacraments deny | U |
| Against her Canons and her Forms combine | V |
| And with such Wretches will a Bishop joyn | V |
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| The Topmost Sequel next of his Essays | M |
| The Pulpit trumpets and the Press displays | M |
| New Doctrines still advanc'd the World alarm | W |
| And all his Brethren with Resentment warm | X |
| Ye Pow'rs If Priests thus their own Craft betray | E |
| If what they should conceal themselves display | E |
| Atheists may well mysterious Rights deride | C |
| Nor suffer sacred Faith as Reason's Guide | C |
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| But whilst th'Infection thro' the Nation flies | Y |
| A Rev'rend Author to the Work replies | Y |
| Oh SNAPE what Charms thy Genius here bestows | Z |
| Where nervous Sense in candid Smoothness flows | Z |
| Sublime thy Thought with no harsh Stile defil'd | C |
| Bold in thy Charge yet in Expressions mild | C |
| Reason Divine in each illustrious Page | R |
| Points out those Errors which you here engage | R |
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| So Henry wrote by Heav'n inspir'd when he | A2 |
| From Luther's Errors strove the Faith to free | A2 |
| When that great Title in Return was born | V |
| Which has e're since by British Kings been worn | V |
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| The Gospel's Light does here such Clouds dispel | B2 |
| As Magus's Witchcraft by th'Apostle fell | B2 |
| So wrote that Tribe in sacred Annals past | C |
| When Nations yielded and the Faith embrac'd | C |
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| The Clergy now in Convocation meet | C |
| And in Debate on these new Doctrines sit | C |
| No Contest in th'inferiour House arose | Z |
| But one Consent these dang'rous Errors shews | Z |
| None cou'd oppose So plain did they appear | B |
| Nor Doubts could rise their Innocence to clear | B |
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| He who a Priest a Prelate's Doctrine blam'd | C |
| Is now a Prelate here himself arraign'd | C |
| He who did once a worthy Doctor gall | C2 |
| Finds now just Judgment on his Errors fall | C2 |
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| The first is Moss appointed in this Cause | Z |
| Who the sharp Charge against this Church man draws | Z |
| On his sweet Tongue learn'd Elocution dwells | Z |
| Which in loud Strains the World their Duty tells | Z |
| His smooth Persuasions Men from Ills entice | Z |
| Reveal the Gospel and dipel their Vice | Z |
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| Next Learned Sprat in this Performance joins | Z |
| Who sprung from a late Pious Prelate's Loins | Z |
| His Father's Goodness did his Function grace | Z |
| And the Son's Vertues do his Footsteps trace | Z |
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| Next Florid Biss the glorious Cause maintains | Z |
| Who vast Applause from just Attention gains | Z |
| Vert'ous his Soul his Mind does Wisdom shew | D2 |
| And wholsome Doctrines from his Learning flow | E2 |
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| Sherlock's a Name that ever will survive | K |
| For the dead Sire does in the Son revive | K |
| Amidst the Clan the Son is nam'd t'oppose | Z |
| The Ill that from such Innovations grows | Z |
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| Next in the List but not the least is Friend | C |
| Worthy the Cause now chosen to defend | C |
| Let tutour'd Youth his wondrous Learning prove | F2 |
| As to the Church his Actions do his Love | G2 |
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| Cannon and Davies Barrel Dawson stand | C |
| And act in Concert with this sacred Band | C |
| These to the Upper House are nam'd to give | H2 |
| The Charge which there they with Consent receive | I2 |
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| But e're the Aim of all this Zeal was done | V |
| It here was vanquish'd when 'twas scarce begun | V |
| As Jove on high Olympus feign'd to sway | E |
| With Thunder parted an immortal Fray | E |
| To end the Jarrs that in Religion fall | C2 |
| GEORGE from the Throne at once prorogues 'em all | C2 |
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| But thus the Parties more incens'd with Rage | R |
| Cease not the Contest but new Conflicts wage | R |
| In Print their Quarrels still confuse the World | C |
| And Libels now promiscuously are hurl'd | C |
| Their Trumpet Scandal loud Detraction sounds | Z |
| Diffuses Lies and Reputations wounds | Z |
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| Thus Paper Squibs wing'd from the Presses fly | U |
| Alarm inflame and loud for Answers cry | U |
| Answers pursue th'Attack Both Parties write | C |
| Pens are their Swords and Papers urge the Fight | C |
| The Chiefs with Conduct both maintain the Day | E |
| Others confound but none decide the Fray | E |
| Those best succeed whose Works the Curious buy | U |
| Whilst Scrawls neglected on the Compter lie | U |
| But still the Press supplies each empty Brain | V |
| No Cyclop Authors form the Bolts in vain | V |
| Thence they rush forth and do the War sustain | V |
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| As thus they 'ngage amidst this Clash of Arms | Z |
| Quills I shou'd say that thus the Town alarms | Z |
| A Minor Phillips now Romance is scarce | Z |
| Seizes Religion as a Plot for Farce | Z |
| His Muse grown weary of the Northern Climes | Z |
| Strives here to raise dull Satyr from the Times | Z |
| The High Church now with double Rage he wounds | Z |
| Faith serves for Mirth the Clergy for Buffoons | Z |
| Yet the wise Work to aid a Churchman means | Z |
| The aptest Hero for such low stil'd Scenes | Z |
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| Demetrius aims to copy his Design | V |
| Jo's ridicul'd that Ben again may shine | V |
| The worthiest all the Spleens of Wretches raise | Z |
| And Farce to deck the Lawn bestows the Bays | Z |
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| Libels the Convocation now abuse | Z |
| Which not worth Notice wou'd but pall the Muse | Z |
| Answers to Snape the World's Attention claim | Q |
| But pass unheeded like each Author's Fame | Q |
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| B r's chief Letter bears the great Applause | Z |
| For Learning varnishes the vilest Cause | Z |
| Oft casts false Beauties and obscures each Taint | C |
| Makes Right look wrong th'Offender seem the Saint | C |
| Howe'er thro' Eloquence there still are view'd | C |
| The Charge evaded but the Guilt pursu'd | C |
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| Now H dly's Text Trap's Genius does convey | E |
Richard Savage
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