Potential Titles: John Drinkwater

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In the magazine (on Project Gutenberg) where I found "Tha Carver in Stone," the table of contents spells it "The Carver in Stone" while the poem actually has "Tha Carver in Stone" as the title. I'm assuming that the former was intended but still providing the form as it was with the text of the poem. The poem is not in dialect and does not otherwise use 'tha' for 'the.'


The clouds of hawthorn keep so short a state - John Drinkwater "Birthright"

Skilled in the sculptures of the earth - John Drinkwater "Burning Bush"

With lovely secret gossip of journeys done - John Drinkwater "Burning Bush"

Fields where some day my own feet should go - John Drinkwater "Burning Bush"

Can see the images of eternity and space - John Drinkwater "Burning Bush"

Ghosted on the brushing tides of wheat - John Drinkwater "Burning Bush"

When by spectral ancestries I pass again to Eden - John Drinkwater "Burning Bush"

While unseen you in my shadow walked - John Drinkwater "Burning Bush"

Some word withheld still troubled me - John Drinkwater "Burning Bush"

With all my maps and fancies made - John Drinkwater "Burning Bush"

With tidings of the myriad faring sea - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

Ships from strange and storied lands - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

Living witness in the chiselled stone - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

Things created by the eternal mind - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

Pressed upon the daily custom of the sky - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

Travel through the singing air of dawn - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

Proud as an eagle riding to the sun - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

Hoarse with crying gospels in the street - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

A purses for any crystal prophet ripe - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

The fabled poison of the toad - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

Eager to take the riches of renown - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

Of stars or cloud or summer's folded sun - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

Took the narrow stair as wondering - John Drinkwater "Tha [sic] Carver in Stone"

Crammed with golden fleece of stars - John Drinkwater "David and Jonathan"

The clean heart, undivided in its doing - John Drinkwater "David and Jonathan"

Till both in bleak irresolution fall - John Drinkwater "David and Jonathan"

To keep this tillage of his wisdom clean - John Drinkwater "David and Jonathan"

Until they cast their treasure to the dust - John Drinkwater "David and Jonathan"

Wound about the gleaming truth that was his one foundation - John Drinkwater "David and Jonathan"

Since yet the wickedness must wander somewhere - John Drinkwater "David and Jonathan"

Always a shadow that was his own denial - John Drinkwater "David and Jonathan"

April mirrored in the plumes of ravens - John Drinkwater "David and Jonathan"

Ringing across the windless noon - John Drinkwater "David and Jonathan"

Strove against the last of doubt - John Drinkwater "David and Jonathan"

The poor ghosts hiding somewhere in his own heart - John Drinkwater "David and Jonathan"

Dropping among the crocuses of dawn - John Drinkwater "David and Jonathan"

Had gone snared in a purpose not his own - John Drinkwater "David and Jonathan"

At an angle that my eyes refused - John Drinkwater "David and Jonathan"

Counted evil twenty different ways - John Drinkwater "David and Jonathan"

The whisper was ever shadowed at my ear - John Drinkwater "David and Jonathan"

Righteousness turned bitter on my lips - John Drinkwater "David and Jonathan"

Barren branches of myself in flower - John Drinkwater "David and Jonathan"

Some element of me lodged sole in you - John Drinkwater "David and Jonathan"

Of corrupting seeds and fallow-lands unsown - John Drinkwater "David and Jonathan"

Time gathers to my name - John Drinkwater "The Fires of God" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

Through the world's days in suffering and love - John Drinkwater "The Fires of God" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

We part with no reproach or ceremonial tears - John Drinkwater "The Fires of God" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

Rise to the crest of all the stars and see - John Drinkwater "The Fires of God" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

To cancel all the secrets of high heaven - John Drinkwater "The Fires of God" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

Broken crafts driven along ungovernable seas - John Drinkwater "The Fires of God" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

All the mysteries of human wonder and of human fate - John Drinkwater "The Fires of God" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

No sign upon the forehead of the skies - John Drinkwater "The Fires of God" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

Mocks his scars and fills his mouth with dust - John Drinkwater "The Fires of God" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

Unpiloted save by the vagrant wind - John Drinkwater "The Fires of God" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

My pride had perished in the flame - John Drinkwater "The Fires of God" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

Slender stalks that bore their flowered beauty - John Drinkwater "The Fires of God" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

The woven shadow and shine of the high moon - John Drinkwater "The Fires of God" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

That compelled surrender of all tributary fears - John Drinkwater "The Fires of God" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

With the wide beat of pilgrim winds and labouring seas - John Drinkwater "The Fires of God" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

That sped the songs of the prophetic dead - John Drinkwater "The Fires of God" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

Wherein the marshalled hosts of morning wait - John Drinkwater "The Fires of God" [Georgian Poetry 1911-1912]

Boughs that bear harvests of never fading fruit - John Drinkwater "Gold"

All colours in cascades of light that run - John Drinkwater "Gold"

Floods that of the moon quiet leases hold - John Drinkwater "Gold"

The dials tell the sun in golden words - John Drinkwater "Gold"

Calls beautiful ghosts back to the day - John Drinkwater "Interlude"

Bring my song to some imperishable devising - John Drinkwater "Interlude"

May the petals of this garland fall on every quarrel - John Drinkwater "Interlude"

All the weary loves that walk the wilderness - John Drinkwater "Interlude"

Knowledge of all seasons and their fruits - John Drinkwater "Lake Winter"

The old passions weaving history - John Drinkwater "Lake Winter"

A vision constant as the tides - John Drinkwater "Lake Winter"

Who found a crooked word ever upon your lips - John Drinkwater "Lake Winter"

An ear to catch the whispered truth - John Drinkwater "Lake Winter"

In equal joy among men's praise or censure - John Drinkwater "Lake Winter"

A thing to bind in brave captivity at the world's bidding - John Drinkwater "Lake Winter"

Outcast in the house of truth - John Drinkwater "Lake Winter"

Stable against the wearing of dissolving time - John Drinkwater "Lake Winter"

Tosses bounty to the cherries and the plums - John Drinkwater "Mamble"

Her grief to me is a fourfold fear - John Drinkwater "A Man's Daughter"

Of green gems on my apple tree - John Drinkwater "May Garden"

Fixed and glowing on the air - John Drinkwater "May Garden"

When the floods are silver under willow - John Drinkwater "May Garden"

When the foxes from the spinneys bark - John Drinkwater "The Midlands"

Ripe and summer-breathing clover-flower - John Drinkwater "The Midlands"

Gather the silver streams out of the moon - John Drinkwater "Moonlit Apples"

Deep on moon-washed apples of wonder - John Drinkwater "Moonlit Apples"

Fell over the world in flame - John Drinkwater "Of Greatham"

No sound across a windless sky - John Drinkwater "Of Greatham"

Under the calm ascension of the night - John Drinkwater "Of Greatham"

Drawn back to their lairs of light - John Drinkwater "Of Greatham"

Unblest by the brigades of spring - John Drinkwater "Of Greatham"

Of names that were most to love - John Drinkwater "The Old Warrior"

Would that my soul were blind - John Drinkwater "The Old Warrior"

Touched the wings of immortality - John Drinkwater "On Reading the Ms. of Dorothy Wordsworth's Journals"

The buds upon the hawthorn spread - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

As a beggar walks unfriended ways - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

The frozen sorrows of unsceptred days - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

Comes upon a bleak oblivion - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

Little ghostly syllables of speech - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

A voice falling on the midnight sea - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

This cheat that uses us as baubles - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

Utter bitterness shall be your wage - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

Who masquerades as wisdom - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

Cleanse the muddy mirrors of my thought - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

In you the character of oracles - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

Solomons legioned for bewildered praise - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

And wit goes hunting wisdom - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

The sap goes beating to the sun - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

Speak to me of danger and disdain - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

The pride of custom and the gossip of the street - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

Defiling wonder that he never knew - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

A thief of payment for no service done - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

The thieving of delight without return - John Drinkwater "Persuasion"

And love shall now go desolate - John Drinkwater "Plough"

And watch the quiet furrows grow - John Drinkwater "Plough"

Shall summon you to instant reckoning - John Drinkwater "Prelude"

Wash it with dews of diligence - John Drinkwater "To My Son (Aged Sixteen)"

Fleet limbs that chronicle a fleeter soul - John Drinkwater "To My Son (Aged Sixteen)"

Old minstrels chanting out of faded time - John Drinkwater "To My Son (Aged Sixteen)"

A certain frost that fell before its time - John Drinkwater "To My Son (Aged Sixteen)"

No treasure from the treasuries of chance - John Drinkwater "To My Son (Aged Sixteen)"

Her beauty and her wisdom weathered clean - John Drinkwater "To My Son (Aged Sixteen)"

For these are the emperors of spring - John Drinkwater "With Daffodils"


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