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"

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"

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"

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


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