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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O - for the night of those Mersey nights

O a dreary task for such as I

O' a' the souters neath the sun

O aged seer, whose restless brain

O aged white majesty of England! She

O Autumn, bright and golden

O balmy June! thy fragrant breath

O beautiful world! Thou art fertile and fair

O Bird with heart of wassail

O blue-eyed beauty with flaxen curls

O brave were the red cross legions in the far off olden times

O breathe no more that angry word

O breezes light that in your airy troops come flocking

O bright is the day, all nature looks gay

O canty pipe, my constant frien'

O chastest follower in fair Flora's train

O cheerily, cheerily, fiddler mine!

O christ the Lord who did in olden story

O come from the valley, O come from the plain

O come we salute thee, our own village band

O could we sit, Artemas, in this shade

O cruel miles, that riding on

O damsel seated on a carpet green

O dear to me the darling maid

O dearest mother! tell me, pray

O death! thou hast been hard with us to-day

O Death! when will thy ravages be stayed

O dig it near the Western gate

O' England mine, so famed of old!

O Erin, of the generous heart

O eyes fast closed to the earth's loveliness

O faded leaf! O faded leaf!

O fighting sons of England; of Scotland - Northern Queen

O for a bye-road, up the dale

O for some low, grey, gobled inn

O for the swelling hills and the wild moors

O' Friday neets Owd Charlie

O friend of long ago

O friend of mine, oppressed with many a care

O Friend, who would my comrades be

O gallant Cretan heroes

O gentle spirit of the hills

O Gilmartin's bonnie dochter! O the winsome, witchin' queen

O give me a home in some quiet glen

O god! it is a pleasant thing

O Golden buttercups and daisies white

O good companion of life's rougher ways

O gracious flower! that comest from the bright East

O hae ye seen my lassie braw

O hark! the rolling, rolling drum

O have you seen my lassie braw

O Heavenly Palace that my eyes have lived to see

O heed not him who idly nails

O help me all pure things in earth and heaven

O here is no repining

O Horace rare, I do declare

O how hard it is to find

O hush! a sweet voice sings to me

O I was born in Lancashire in lovely Ribblesdale

O if I might do some great deed, and die!

O if I were where my heart is

O Israel. you have been asleep for 4000 or more years

O' joy it was to see my queen

O Katy Cockshoot, Katy I

O ken ye the dingle

O lady and gent of the 'bus

O lady love, wilt thou be mine?

O lady, lady, stop awhile

O land of ever cherished flowers

O let me sing a lyric to the nations

O let me tell you, if I can

O life! O Mystery! Sunshine and rain

O list to my lay, for it will not be long

O little House where Love lived, I'm wanting you to-night

O Little town of Bethlehem, we sing

O little, little Claribel

O look and listen! 'tis the awaken'd Spring

O look at that superb autumnal moon

O Lord I had a dream last night

O Lord I thank you for giving me a home

O Lord 'tis Thine, Thine own to feed

O Lord, we thank thee for this day

O lovely maiden blushing o'er a bowl

O lovely night, what spell hast thou been weaving!

O man, whose mighty mind may mould

O Mary ever Virgin

O Michael, draw thy sword

O mild forerunner of a mighty bard

O Moon, thou full and golden world of light

O news whose burden weighs me down

O nothing, in this corporal earth of man

O only Source of all our life and light

O oozie cow'red the Lintie

O poet of the plough! we own thy sway

O prince, by right devine, of English song!

O prince, by right divine, of English song!

O quiet spot and limpid stream

O Rab, you've set me a' on fire

O' readin' wild tales an' romances

O refuge from the sordid toil and strife

O Sage! born of an ancient strain

O sanguinary herd! a moment pause

O' she was a Mayor's daughter

O shepherd, on the moors remote and still

O silent symbol of a sombre past

O silver trees

O sing to me those dear old songs, sung in the long ago

O soul, I said to my soul one day

O speak a kind word to the lost one

O Spirit of the woods and hills and plains

O Spring! beloved of Gods and Mortals too

O summer green! colour that blesses so

O sweet spring day, that followeth weeks of rain

O sweet-voiced singer in the glorious quire

O' t' top o th' hill up Burnley Road

O that on some forsaken strand

O the afternoons of those wet Sundays

O the wakes, O the wakes

O the world knows who the heroes are

O then reprieved from Orwell's bed

O there's no music like the sound

O this fair world were dreary, dull, and dark

O thou Great Power Divine

O thou most dear!

O thou that art gentle, for joy of thy dame

O thou who comest in the evening-tide

O thou who wouldst a poet be

O thou, that sittest in the civic chair

O 'tis sweet, 'tis sweet to wander in the greensward-paven alleys

O to rest!

O tree of many branches! One thou hast

O Valiant heart, who faithful to the last

O valiant Tate, who prey to Friary came

O virgin rose, yesterday but a bud to my caress

O voice prophetic, calling in the wild

O warm is the ingle nook

O wasted bank,O dark, brave holly trees!

O wedded June

O what a joy it is to sing

O What an unco noise and din

O what is the life of the brave?

O where shall we meet

O white and woolly, dainty thing

O wind from the moorlands that lie to the west

O wind of winter - blow your horn!

O wind, blest wind, wind of the western sea

O Windmill Land, dear Windmill Land

O winter, cruel winter

O with what joyfulness we hail

O world invisible, we view thee

O World, be nobler, for her sake!

O would I could repair the mischief done

O ye soverens that sytt, and ye brethern that stande right uppe

O you, love's mendicancy who never tried

O! Beautiful, the fragrant rose

O! how sweet is solitude

O! orb of day! O! Glorious light!

O! Ribbles's sylvan vales are sweet

O! the fern-clad hills of Sherwood

O! think not these in nature's strength alone

O! those eyes, those charming eyes!

O! those locks of her's are bonny

O! what do ye wesh i' the beck, awd wench

O, Cartmel bells ring soft to-night

O, come ye frae the eastward, an' come ye frae the sea

O, country mine, beloved, admired

O, does your heart not crave to win

O, Erin's isle is lovely

O, for a joy that sings

O, gi me t'mahntains wild an' 'igh

O, give me a ramble i' t' Lancashire lanes

O, give them voice, those feelings strong

O, Happy man, with life so blest

O, it's wary, wary wark

O, Johnie Frost! O, Johnie Frost!

O, joy of the early morn

O, life, with thy trials and sorrow-filled days!

O, love-ennobled lady, wheresoe'er

O, men loaded down with fears

O, Mighty Sol, I sing thy praise

O, our old English yeomen are living today

O, pleasant as the budding flowers that breathe

O, Righteous God! We bow to Thee

O, Sovereign! mark the loyal flame

O, sweet is the wallflower's scent

O, sweet to the vision is Healey's famed dell

O, the Fylde's a bonny country, of flowery lane and lea

O, the lttle thatched cot in the nook

O, the quiet of the mountains in the early morning air

O, ther's mony a posy i' yon green fields

O, to act a man's part

O, Vigila! - the sun doth warm the plains

O, what a mighty pictur' lies below!

O, when I was a nice young man

O1 Think not these in nature's strength alone

Observe the furrow lines, upon that face

October found an humble-bee half dead

October, a blithe and benevolent fellow

Octopuses and jellyfish guard the treasure

Ode to my bacon butty

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