George Henry Boker's Poetry, by popularity

• To My Lady

  I'll call thy frown a headsman, passing grim,
  Walking before some wretch foredoomed to death,

  31 lines
• The Ferry

  THERE was a gay maiden lived down by the mill,—
    Ferry me over the ferry,—

  16 lines
• A Ballad of Sir John Franklin

  O, WHITHER sail you, Sir John Franklin?
    Cried a whaler in Baffin’s Bay.

  170 lines
• Sonnet I: "When to his class the surgeon's skilful blade"

  When to his class the surgeon's skilful blade
  Reveals the mysteries of the inner man,

  18 lines
• Sonnet CLVIII: "I raise this mantling beaker to my lip"

  I raise this mantling beaker to my lip,
  Filled with the dews and perfumes of the Rhine;

  13 lines
• Vestigia Retrorsum

  There is a spot I call accursed,
  Because my thoughts for ever wing

  125 lines
• Sonnet XXVIII: "In the deep cloister of the night, the sun"

  In the deep cloister of the night, a nun,
  My gentle Love, thou walk'st; and from thy soul

  13 lines
• Sonnet CCXCIX: "My darling, O my darling, let me gaze"

  My darling, O my darling, let me gaze
  My whole heart's fill into thy splendid eyes;

  13 lines
• Sonnet CCXIX: "If beauty is not an immortal thing"

  If beauty is not an immortal thing,
  And that fair casket, thy transcendent form,

  13 lines
• Sonnet CIII: "Parted again! Shall partings never cease?"

  Parted again! Shall partings never cease?
  After the rapture of a few short days,

  15 lines
• Sonnet LXII: "This love of mine is no light thing, no toy"

  This love of mine is no light thing, no toy
  To trifle with, and fill a vacant hour;

  15 lines
• Sonnet CIX: "More than mere instinct, straight against ther scope"

  More than mere instinct, straight against the scope
  Of reason's counsel is the desperate hold

  15 lines
• Sonnet CXXI: "Does not the round in which my numbers plod"

  Does not the round in which my numbers plod,
  These same few changes, wrung from fewer strings,

  15 lines
• Sonnet CXV: "Oh spring, that hides the wrinkled earth in green"

  Oh spring, that hides the wrinkled earth in green,
  And decorates the cracked and rugged bark

  15 lines
• Sonnet CLXXIV: "Some one within my hearing said tonight"

  Some one within my hearing said tonight,
  "I saw the robins building; Spring is here."

  13 lines
• Sonnet XVI: "All the world's malice, all the spite of fate"

  All the world's malice, all the spite of fate,
  Cannot undo the rapture of the past.

  15 lines
• Sonnet CCXXIII: "I cannot think thou would'st forget me even"

  I cannot think thou would'st forget me even
  Amidst the mystic jubilee above,

  13 lines
• Sonnet CV: "If thou art sinful, there are thousands then"

  If thou art sinful, there are thousands then
  Who howl from pulpits, and make dreary night

  15 lines
• Sonnet CXL: "Welcome, thou added sum of all delights"

  Welcome, thou added sum of all delights,
  Thou glittering summit of completed joy,

  15 lines
• Sonnet CLXXXII: "It seems to mock me: all this heat and bloom"

  It seems to mock me: all this heat and bloom,
  And the shrill paeans of the laureate bird;

  13 lines
• Sonnet CCLXXXIX: "This was my lady's birthday, and yet I"

  This was my lady's birthday, and yet I
  At dawn heard not the cannon's brazen throat,

  13 lines
• Sonnet CLXXXVI: "Some man will some day tell a passing friend"

  Some man will one day tell a passing friend
  That I am dead; and he who hears the word

  13 lines
• Sonnet II: "To say I love thee is but uttering"

  To say I love thee, is but uttering
  A worn-out phrase. The opal-breasted dove

  15 lines
• Sonnet CVII: "Now I have won my lady's priceless heart"

  Now I have won my lady's priceless heart--
  Hold full possession with a sway as wide

  15 lines
• Sonnet XCVI: "I hear thy summons, grizzly messenger"

  I hear thy summons, grizzly messenger;
  I feel thy touch upon my shrinking arm;

  15 lines
• Sonnet CCXVIII: "The present only do we hold in thrall"

  The present only do we hold in thrall;
  The past is gone, and all its glories hushed;

  13 lines
• Sonnet CCXXXI: "Never, dear season, shall I tire to sing"

  Never, dear season, shall I tire to sing
  Of thee whose presence makes my torpid lyre

  13 lines
• Sonnet CLXXXI: "Spring blows her fruitful breath, and slowly curls"

  Spring blows her fruitful breath, and swiftly curls
  Her vaporous blessing over hill and lea;

  13 lines
• Sonnet CXX: "The dreary shadows round my heart tonight"

  The dreary shadows round my heart tonight
  May be a gloom forecasting coming ill;

  15 lines
• Sonnet CLXXXIV: "If sorry music on this lute were played"

  If sorry music on this lute were played,
  And someone told you, Cleopatra's skull

  13 lines

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