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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Forlorn and thoughtful, there she sits all day

Form the bright coronal of living minds

Forth on a venturous voyage

Forty nine years

Forty years of living with him

Forty-Eight? Wheer's th' lookin glass?

Forty-eight? Where's th' lookin' glass?

Forward! old Shepherd, but I prithee speak

Four English names shed sweetness o'er this earth

Four marshals of France vow'd their Monarch to guard

Four seasons give a pattern to each year

Fox Robin were as lively a cowt

Foxes sneak int he night

Fra my front door ah look at hill

Fragile fragments

Fragments gather to this poem's assembly

Free as a thistle, white hair blowing

Free for an interval of time

Freedom of conscience! glorious theme for pencil, pen or tongue

Freedom! inspiring word to honest virtue's ear

Friar Dorien, a holy man was he

Friend Joseph, I've heard people say in a joke

Friend, full of change has been my lot

Friend, I detest a pompous show

Friend, whereto art thou come? Thus Verity

Friend, you know well that gold is not

Friendly giants of the road

Friends may part, and distance sever

Friends of my soul, ye must excuse

Friends of the Drama! gathered here tonight

Friends, friends, I just adore friends

Friendship blooms and blossoms

Friendship is like a beautiful butterfly fluttering in the sky

Frightened faces in clinical stillness

Frightening observations experienced by the writer in

Frightening observations experienced by the writer in 1988

Fro' heawrs to days - a dhreary length

Fro heawrs to days - a dhreary length

Fro' heigh up yon, bi Thievley Pike

Fro' th' Isle o' th' Skye to th' Laddy Rocks

From a beach of yellow sand

From a circular that's out of date

From Delos, where man swims into the sky

From dungeon deeps, a soul that Guilt had slain

From Gawmless End to Healey Band

From heart to heart I went and softly knocked

From her humble beginnings in Rochdale

From house to house a rumour moved

From Jamaica's hot clime and her pestilent dews

From Jamaica's hot clime and her pestilential dews

From my early days Religion was part of my life

From my warm ingle-cheek, on a keen winter's day

From nibbled fields the ploughman disappears

From Northern grammar schools the chemists come

From ocean depths, sounds rise and fall

From Ribblehead towards Preston

From the arms of haggard winter

From the birth of a loan to its death

From the bright coronal of living minds

From the dark old belfry tower

From the day he came into the world

From the four points of the horizon's ring

From the frosty earth upspringing

From the hillside

From the hospital to the baths a journey was made each day

From the mansion of pleasure and friendship I fly

From the mountain's fertile terrace, and the wide

From the noise of the strife, from the battle of life

From the pretty village of Whalley

From the top of the hill

From thine abode, supernal Hebe, deign

From Vernon Street in Bolton

From worlds of bliss for ever dleft

From year to year, as speed the days

From yonder vale, on summer's longest day

From you, George Clegg, or Prickshaw Witch

From youth to manhood as I slowly grew

Fruit machine addiction, break the spell

Fu' rapid row'd the bonnie Fleet

Fuckin' foreigner, he said, his pale, mad face

Ful weel ah knew id ad to be

Fulc Nerra, the ruthless Angevin

Full fifty years have passed, O ancient pile

Full many a sweet nook, in this land of ours

Full many a year the old Town Hall

Full three feet deep beneath this stone

Fun and laughter on the factory floor

Furled is our bursting sail

Fust time 'at he talked abeawt love

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