Lancashire Lantern: Lancashire Poetry Index

Part of the Lancashire Lantern network, an index to authors, first lines and titles of Lancashire poetry in books held within libraries in Lancashire, including the Lancashire Authors’ Association collection. The index provides details of the book in which a particular poem may be found and also a link through to the library catalogue to give the locations of the required volume.

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D- doth love a country that doth level lie

Dad is cooking chips

Dad staggers in

Dad, I'm mekin no'eadway

Daddy's comin' whoam, luv, soon

Dads are caring

Daffodillies filled with dew

Daffodils

Dainty little fingers, pointing t'wards the light

Dainty, dainty is the moss-rose

Daisies!

Daisy - spattered knoll

Dancing through the sylvan sunlight

Dancing to the music of a day gone by

Daring soldiers, flames of fire

Dark clouds in the sky

Dark clouds. The fresh smell of new rain. The soft hiss

Dark comes the louring storm with savage yell

Dark is the day

Dark is the lot of him with heart so dull

Dark kinder! standing on thy whin-clad side

Dark sombre crag of massive grit

Dark the rocks that are leaning there

Dark was the night

Dark, deep motion

Dark, stark, and sheer the concrete towers

Darkly and deeply the night shades fell

Darling

Darling, sweetest, hold me, kiss me

Dashing

Dashing and splashing upon the sea shore

Daughter of that good man whose genuine strain

Daughter of the ancient Eve

Daughters of England! forms of love and grace

Dawn to dusk the hours have run

Day after day, alone on a hill

Day at length is done

Day is breaking

Daybreak, noontide, setting of the sun

Daydawn - and I wanted you

Days are shortenin' fast

Days in retirement with time now to spare

Deacon Jonas one day - 'tis with sorrow confess'd

Dead is the wind

Dead leaves

Dead of night in Bethlehem

Dead, brother, at the hour of prime. Hark! how the bell doth toll

Dead, dead! and in the world's dull ear

Dean't o' Friday buy your ring

Dear ----, you must not now consider me rash

Dear Alec, sweet Alec, for thee

Dear and worthy Mr Barlow

Dear are the days when comrades meet

Dear Bacup, hill - encircled town

Dear Burrows, the verses you recently sent

Dear Chairman, friends and kindly neighbours

Dear child! I cannot fetch thee home

Dear child! of much the mournful past did hold

Dear children, when I'm from your sight

Dear comrades, let us take

Dear D, thy epistle has just come to hand

Dear daughter, while thy youthful friends

Dear doggie, thou hast been the butt

Dear editor, you should na be stealin awa

Dear Falukha, thou callest me

Dear Father - God help us to tread with patience

Dear Father! A volume I'm going to print

Dear father, come stay with your darling

Dear Florence, this day is the last in the year

Dear Foden, our grand institution you make

Dear friend of antiquarian fame

Dear friend of man I love you

Dear Friend of mine! If I could give

Dear friend, and when I say dear friend

Dear friend, free for an interval of time

Dear friend, I duly got your letter

Dear friend, no purer gift could'st thou bestow

Dear friend, on nights like these when you are by

Dear friend, on this thy natal day

Dear Friend, perhaps when you are far away

Dear Friend, the book that I enclose

Dear friends I must apologise for cancelling my funeral

Dear Friends! I thank you for the flowers

Dear friends, ere you level the rifle, permit me to speak

Dear George, it's a task and a heart-touching duty

Dear God you took my son John the youngest one, and though I know it's true

Dear Heart she said, take courage still and trust

Dear Hendrick Conscience, Master of Romance

Dear Hendrik Conscience, master of romance

Dear home of my childhood, I bid thee good-bye

Dear Irma Katz

Dear lady, do not smile on me

Dear Lady, the present's arrived, with your card

Dear little dream of the Might Have Been

Dear little heaven-eyed creature softly fair

Dear Lord I want to thank you

Dear Lord, in my utter jubilance I sing

Dear Lovelorn

Dear Martha and John, I thought that I would

Dear Mary, you tender your freedom this day

Dear Mother of thy People! Widowed Queen

Dear Mother! thou would'st speak

Dear Nellie, I set sail to-morrow

Dear Nelly Trefoil, Nelly I

Dear Nutter, accept mi best thanks for thi bok

Dear Nutter, accept mi best thanks for thi book

Dear Old Clock! thy pleasant tick

Dear one could I but find the key

Dear one, the land and sea are wondrous old

Dear owd God - if God there be

Dear poet, if you ever deign

Dear Richard, how I long to hear

Dear Rossendale! dear Rossendale!

Dear Sage, this is a day for mirth

Dear Sage, this was my constant prayer

Dear Sarah, as this is Saint Valentine's Day

Dear Satoshi

Dear Scotland! Was not this thy son?

Dear shrine of Saint Mary in Thomas More's Chelsea

Dear Sir or Madam will you read my book

Dear sir, As pilgrims travel to a distant shrine

Dear Sir: - I need make no apologies

Dear Sovereign, a Lancashire Lad dares to pay

Dear tender hearted little Nell

Dear Uncle, we hope you arrived safe at home

Dear Van! You'll excuse me I know it

Dear Waugh, aw must say aw feel sorry

Dear Waugh, loved minstrel of my youth

Dear wife, we struggle in a time

Dear Wilkinson, old antiquarian friend

Dear wood of childhood, thou art nearly gone

Dear, ardent Soul! my conscience' self would chide

Dear, dear, whatever's comin' next

Dear, grand old Gascon! what a wondrous mine

Dear, grey old Mansion I have loved for long

Dear, I need you

Dear, let your glad, sweet thoughts

Dearer to me is my guidman

Dearest! believe me still true to thee

Dearest, the day was a wearisome guest to me

Death entered a peaceful dwelling

Death is like darkness creeping closer every day

Death is the pit of oblivion

Death met my darling in the street

Death on his steed of shadow

Death round the next corner

Death throws gloom o'er every station

Death, when you come: you will find me waiting

Deawn i' ev'ry dell an' dingle

Deawn i' th' shed on a summer's day

Deawn t' gloomy lane, pas t'deain' pit

Deciphering the manuscripts exhumed

Dee Dee is out on the hospital roof

Deep down in the literary vaults protected by verse-loving

Deep down in the sea I found one day

Deep down under the sea

Deep in a loathsome dungeon's twilight gloom

Deep in a sweet secluded vale

Deep in the clough there stands a wreck

Deep in the hidden chambers of the heart

Deep in the thick of a tuft of clover

Deep silence in the chamber reigns

Deep under the mountains of waves

Deep within my mind I found strange thoughts one day

Deep, dusky pink, she glows among her tired leaves

Deign to accept a handful of 'ground flowers'

Delia, at night when in my bed I lie

Delightful mignonette!

Deliver me

Denied the fifth freedom

Deprived of my love, I mourn like a dove

Derwentwater, lovely lady

Descedants stretching beyond her reach

Desmond has a barrow in the market place

Despair not, Poet, whose warm soul aspires

Despair not, Poet, whose young soul aspires

Despite the noble efforts of our teachers at the Broad o' th' Lane

Deuce tek the clock; click-clackin' sae

Devastated planet that was once so bright and blue

Devoted people! Are ye fallen at last

Devoted servant of the Lord Most High

Diana's face was lost 'neath vale of cloud

Did Colin Clout walk here beside the Brun

Did Eden boast a fairer flower

Did something happen

Did tropic scene e'er bless the trveller's sight

Did you ever call me heartless

Did you ever live in Heaven

Did you ever see a dog so strong and fast

Did you ever see such a summer

Didst thou e'er lend thine ear to Nature's tune

Died as he lived, an apostate; was buried

Diego Laynez sate at home

Dig away, dig! goo on owd spade

Dimmed out headlights - Blacked out street

Ding dong! Ding dong! Toll deep, and loud, and long

Discretion is the better part of Valerie

Dissolution of day

Divine is the dominion of the ear

Divorce in Britain is now widespread

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