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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Pain is like a storming bullet piercing through your skin

Pain pain what is this pain?

Painted stars in a vestibule

Pale shone the moon on Mersey's flood

Pale sunlight gilds a windy sky

Pale was the early day

Palm Sunday, palm away

Pandora the fair! how art thour reviled

Parent of the wide creation

Parents say

Parted - and living yet

Parted, alas! for ever; gone fro' mi side for aye

Partner belov'd, my true and constant wife

Pass to thy rest, brave Chamberlain, nor trouble

Past days I sing in this refrain

Past the bend of the road, and over the hill

Pat Donovan was a recruit, who but recent

Patches of daisies like drifts of snow

Patrons and friends, your presence here tonight

Paul has probably forgotten about the incident by now

Paul McCartney Gustav Mahler

Pause not on the path of duty!

Pay homage to a sound and honest man

Peace be thine, old brother writer

Peace for the nations, God

Peace to the troubled soul

Peace walked with me along the ways

Peace! - it is well with him - yea - passing well

Peace! restless heart, when waves of trouble roll

Peace, Edwin! but we feel it hard

Peace, perfect peace - the choir was softly singing

Peace, prosperity and plenty, these I crave

Peace, wondrous peace! from heaven's high altar falls

Peaceful was the Sabbath morning

Pearl grey mist, cobweb knit, by the sun is pulled aside

Peeping out among the grass

Pendle - under a summer sky

Pendle, freawnin' stern an' sollum

Penigent, Pendle hill, Ingleborough

Pensive and sad, with weary steps I paced

People are lonely, lovers are sad

People blessed with too much money

People gathered here tonight

People go about their lives

People talking

Perambulating 'Blackburn People's Park'

Perchance you know, in rain-swept Manchester

Perhaps an agreement

Perhaps I have played Spectator Mundi

Perhaps I should explain to you

Petals falling

Peter - Well Zekil, hasto' yerd o' th' reawt

Peter is working at the window

Peter: Well Zekil, hasto' yerd o'th' reawt

Philosophers, tell me one thing, if you can

Phoebus, who taught me art divine

Phyllis bids me write to-day

Picking blackberries from the bush

Picking up scales and broken chords

Picture the sweet countenance of Jesus each day

Pilgrim, let thy burden go

Pines! Pines! Pines! That rest on the hillside springing

Pines, you are lonely, or why else should you mourn

Pity me not! It were pity indeed

Place of rain and light and the sky full of life

Planes bombing, bombing, bombing

Planet X is the tenth planet

Play my little butterflies, enjoy your frolicking

Playing soft music

Pleading, he stood at the crossroads

Pleasant is England in the month of May

Pleasant, happy way, for the little tender feet

Please keep all your cafes and coffees

Poems in which the title is, in fact, the opening line

Poems penned in Wintertime

Poet of Lakeland! Poet of all time!

Poetic Zephyrs

Poets of the Calder Valley

Poised

Pooch was a happy friendly dog

Poor "Little One Too Many"

Poor babe! thou hast entered a troublesome world

Poor boy in trouble, day and night

Poor children of a childless heart

Poor earth - wearied mourner, despair not

Poor maid, thou art no longer fair

Poor Mary, the reaper, loved dearly the son of the Father

Poor old gran's rooting again

Poor old St Valentine

Poor Smiler, and thou art no more!

Poor Sufferer! Slander's hateful tongue

Poor travellers all

Poor, innocent darlings, whose pen shall portray

Poor, stricken friend, how shall I comfort thee?

Poppy land, fairy land

Poppy that blooms in November

Pour forth, merry warblers, your rapturous notes

Praise and thanks to Thee, O Father

Praise God for aw we have

Praise Him, praise Him, praise the King

Praise unto God! whose single will and might

Precious relics of by-gone years

Preserver and destroyer

Pretha now, lass, gang into t'hurn

Pretty bird, thy song so sweet

Pretty flower with golden eye

Pretty unassuming floweret, rising from thy mossy bed

Pretty, pleasant, praiseworthy sight

Prices were uniform before the second world war

Primroses have gone

Prince Regent, or Prinny as 'e was called

Propaganda enters your door by the bin full

Prostrate on the cold ground he lay

Proud Sister of the Primrose, yet as sweet

Proudly, lovely and serenely

Pr'ythee, old man, pr'ythee stay

Pull the rose apart

Pull! Pull! My boys, the stream runs fast

Puppies like to play with a ball every day

Pure and unstained, I live in Cowper's lore

Pure un, which round my darkened orb of being

Purest gold, purple and white

Purple red! Purple red!

Put o thoose little skips an' things away

Put t' thresher up to t' dooar, Bill! for t' draught comes reawnd that speer