Daniel Baker Poems

For Wit and Beauty she may vie
With any mortal Brain, or Face:
But, ah! where's noble Virtue? where shall I
Thy venerable Footsteps trace?
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The British Land in former Time
Was thought too phlegmatick a Clime,
Too cold for Verse to thrive and grow
On such a heavy Soil: But now,
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I.
So long had Poetry possessed been
By Pagans, that a Right in her they claim'd,
Pleaded Prescription for their Sin,
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As underdeath an Oak one Day
Free from unpeaceful Thoughts I lay
A gentle Slumber o'er my head
His downy Wing had softly spread:
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I.
Ah! dearest Friend, the Years are flying;
They flie alass! they pass away
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Amphion e'en hard Stones did move)
Appease the stubborn Anger of my Love,
And move her harder Heart.
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If ever this thy frequent breach of Oath
Had punish'd been with one black Tooth,
If but one Nail, or Hair of thine had bin
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Cupid was lost, and all about
His Mother ran to seek him out.
Through Town and Field, through Earth and Skies,
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Reason, which long had absent been before,
Vouchsaf'd one Day to come within my door.
Affrighted at th' unusual Sight, I try'd:
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Upon a flow'ry Bed
Beneath a Willow's pleasant shade,
Beside a crystal Flood his Love--sick Head
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