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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Face, brow, deep-scored: sunken eyes that burn

Faded and crumpled, brown and grey

Fain would I bring an unassuming lay

Fain would I steer my battered bark

Faint falls the twilight dim

Faint was the sound of the falling leaves

Fair are the springtide features of the hills

Fair boy! thy painted lineaments I scan

Fair fame the Grecian mother won

Fair Flora! Lovely goddess of the flowers

Fair flower! this sweetly blown - thus early smitten

Fair flowers, innocent and gay

Fair friend, you live upon Time's sunniest slope

Fair honour! to whose blood-stained throne

Fair is the prospect to my view

Fair lovely bud, thy tender form

Fair maid of Diss! With dark brown hair

Fair maid who lived so long ago

Fair Queen of my heart, sweet Maggie Moray

Fairies are big

Fairies are such pretty things

Faithful amid the faithless, and steel-true

Fall of the swallow, whose impetuous stream

Falling, falling, slowly falling

False doubt low whispered: why in fevered dream

False girl! Thy sweetness had a price

Fancy is sweet to me by sleepless night

Fancy meeting you up here - and how are you to-day?

Far away in the land of the bracken and ling

Far back in Nelson's famous day

Far back in uncounted ages

Far below the earth I've been

Far below the hill a town lies sleeping

far dearer than treasures of silver and gold

Far frae the city's endless din

Far from the busy world of strife

Far greater bards in future days

Far in the deep recesses of a cave

Far in the forest shade he sat

Far into orbit the spaceship shot

Far off in that 'wild, Pentecostal City

Far out at sea

Fare, thee well! The dream is o'er

Farewell proud region, where the living God

Farewell Rossendale, the time's come at last

Farewell the shores I have loved

Farewell the shores I long have loved

Farewell to Media's dells and bow'rs

Farewell to my cottage that stands on the hill

Farewell to thee, Bobby! Since fate has decreed

Farewell to thee, Bobby; since fate has decreed

Farewell ye aerial castles, circumventing shield

Farewell ye Middletonian bowers

Farewell! but not for ever

Farewell! green valley, hid among the hills

Farewell! sweet Kersal, with thy breezy Moor

Farewell, beloved one! my heart's dearest treasure

Farewell, beloved one! 'tis hard to surrender

Farewell, dear hearts, today you stand

Farewell, farewell my oldest friends!

Farewell, my native dells and bowers

Farewell, my native land! Blest Albion's happy strand

Farewell, old year! Farewell to all thy gladness

Farewell, old year, for thy death-knell has rung!

Farewell, owd drid, thy singin's done

Farewell, sweet meads! Though houses grow apace

Farewell, the rustic Cottage, at whose door

Farewell, thou gifted singer! thy sweet songs

Farewell: we meet no more

Farwell! Thou begging bustling trade

Farwell, old year! While round thy dying bed

Fast runner

Fat she may be and old and gray, no longer a pretty sight

Father and child together lie at rest

Father ate bread and dripping

Father Christmas is come, let us welcome him now

Father Divine, who rulest all

Father of life! to thee, to thee I call

Father, the rising sun tell of Thy glory

Father; grant me thro' all this vale of life to feel

Faustilus! Happily returned

Fav'rite of Heaven! why does a mother's tear

Fear is fundamental

Fear thee; my god, fear thee!

February fill-dyke

Feed and Speed!

Feeding time is the geriatric word

Feet tripping, knee banging, tumbledown day

Fellow silkworm! It is with the most sincere hope

Fend off those shades. They throng my dreams

Fer eighty yer thoo's sowjered on

Fer helpin' wi' a flittin, Joe'd addled hawf a creawn

Fer monny a yer tha's blighted t' teawn

Fer nigh on three score years he toiled

Fer o'er a year th'owd mill's bin shut

Ferment of activity like the wine stuttering

Festal Christmas

Festive strains like friendly meeting

Fetch the man in, shut the crowd out

Few are the joys that scale the bounding wall

Few are the vices unascrib'd to youth

Few large Cities can boast two Cathedrals

Few people find true greatness

Few people give credit to teachers

Fierce on the stones of the dusty street

Fifteen hundred wounded men

Fighting off the flab, fighting off the flab

Filial affection never reigned

Fill the goblet again! for I never before

Fine furniture's grand in its place

Fingers gnarled, misty-eyed

Fiona is a funky friend

Fire coom

Fire Horses? You have never heard of them? Well! They

Fire, Water, Earth and Air

Firework, firework

Fireworks up

Fireworks, fireworks

First comes the white bearded frost at morn

First through the comfortable cotton towns

First time 'at he talked abeawt love

First trooped the shepherds piping soft yet clear

First, the Victorian grand design

First, you bark the cutest code

First-born of Wisdom, Truth

Five hundred square miles

Five kisses you gave me

Five of them-good stalwart men

Flakes of gentle snow

Flame-throwing monsters

Flaming Nora - who is she?

Flamingos as wildfowl are certainly odd

Flashing form, so fair and fleeting!

Flashlight photograph, find some funny features

Fleeting strangely into distance

Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC

Fling to the sky

Floating

Flora is weeping, her soldier is sleeping

Flow'd the streams adown the mountains

Flower

Flower of the winter - heaven sent

Flowers are colourful

Flowers are more than simple beauties

Flowers can be big, flowers can be small

Flowers fill a room

Flowers in the fields

Flowers of my life! How sweetly are ye folded

Flown over, it is a conurbation

Flung with door-slam and whistle-blow

Fly from thy shed, thou robin red

Fly over the sea

Flying around at night

Fold your hands in mine, dear

following the sun

Fond memories ever cling around

Fond mother! blooming still in youth's first charms

Fooak 'at's upset a bit i'th nerves

Football like other things is no longer the same

For a brief, happy space

For a while we could sit, smoke a pipe

For all the flowers that bloom and smile

For Blackburn and for England

For clooase on a year, aw've bin cooartin'

For ever we would fly from that we are!

For ever, for ever, at rest with her God

For fifty years she has been married

For Flanders and the Lion! was the cry in days of yore

For fooak at's slaves t' factory bell, lifes's nooan so breet nor gay

For fooak at's slaves to t' factory bell

For forty years, no sign. Come sun

For many years Wigan Pier has been a joke

For mercies smo, or nowt at o

For months we'd been a-twitching

For no other reason than that I love him wholly

For one magical moment you imagine

For over a year whilst writing letters

For situation beautiful art thou

For sixty yers aw've hed mi' fling

For such brave souls let none in sorrow weep

For the promise sweet Spring bringeth

For thee, fair land of england

For thirteen years I went to school, to learn my ABC

For those who can with cold indifference look

For those who knew him in his early prime

For weeks it's slavvered o' th' day on hankitcher an' bib

For whate'er is wild and vicious

For years there have been no fish in the lake

Forever inbye. He is the jib

Forget me not, loved one

Forget me not, my dearest friend

Forget not the holy dead

Forget the snow, the sting of frozen rain

Forget the Sunday night saga

Forgive me for being so selfish

Forgive me, readers please if I

Forgive us, Lord, that through the sunlit days

Forgive your enemies, forgive them all

Forgotten am I now, when I in earlier years

Forgotten so soon

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