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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R is for Ryan, he is my big brother

Rabbi Gamaliel bade three learned men

Rabbit running in circles

Rags

Rags and bones and donkey stones

Rain rain I love the rain

Rain will come and rainbows will fly by

Raindrops falling

Rainin' ageean Ah deea declare

Rainy days

Rallying is smart

Rank, riches, fame I never envied

Rap, rap, raoppin' trees

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair

Rare Margaret! your influence thrills

Rather peculiar is a kiss, you'll own

Reaching Stickle Tarn, we lay easy awhile

Read the same two books each year

Reader, if lack of wit or want of skill

Reading the file from front to back (the wrong

Reclining in my chair one day

Red alert

Red and green and blue and golden

Red as autumm braken

Red is the heart beating fast

Red rusty flakes of flame

Redeem the time, the golden hours are fleeting

Reflections in a photograph

Regiments of vanquished fighters

Rejoice do I on moonlight night

Rejoice, Oh happy England!

Rejoice, rejoice, ye loyal band

Religion is a funny thing

Remember me! Remember me, when in the sapphire heaven

Remember me, not with a tear

Remember the birds! Remember that crust

Remember the days, now think back hard

Remember the men of the Silver Badge

Remember us poor Mayers all

Remember when there were no trolleys?

Remember who you are

Remember, dear Chairman, I partly agreed

Repose, noble soul! thou art worthy of rest

Reposed from earthly Turmoil, rattling looms

Requested as a friend

Rest in peace, John

Rest on, old friend, rest on

Rest thee, my little one

Retreat of our fathers, who battled and bled

Returned from travel, after many years

Returning late last night from toil and care

Revere the poets, for 'tis they who breath

Revered I stand

Reych up, reych up an dornd bi short

Rhythmic pincher-jaws clench

Richard the first, Coeur-de-Lion

Richter we do not call thee, but 'Jean Paul'!

Riding by night, lurking by day

Riding on a pony, over Darwen Moor

Riding Riding Riding high

Right at the bottom of the deep blue sea

Right from the off

Right glad am I to know that there is one

Right on our flank the sun was dropping down

Right over the lea

Ring far and wide the glad acclaim

Ring our once more sweet Yuletide bells

Ring out the bells, and let the cannons roar

Ring out, my humble harp! Exalt

Ring worms an' jacket sleeves shiny wi snot

Ring-worms, slimy jacket sleeves an' spots

Ripponden Vale! cabined between

Rise proserpina! Shun the ebon throne

Rising in the morning

River of fire

River of lava flowing lile orange juice

Rochdale Chucrh stands on a hill

Rock ribs the foreshore at low tide. Gulls

Rockets set off with a bang

Rockets soaring in the sky

Roll on, sweet tune, o'er this vast universe

Roll order back; let chaos come again

Roll up, roll up and purchase your pies

Romance is the book she thumbs

Romantic Holme! that sleep'st among the hills

Romeo, black of body

Room you're toneless now

Rope midsummer-time, O Annie! hath come

Rose of the Wilderness, far we are sundered

Rose-red temple, twice as old as me

Roses may chance, at the first sight

Rosette, since far from you my feet have strayed

Rossendale Thrutch was once a lake

Rosy apples are red

Round about the garden

Round goes the fingers on the clock

Round him the Gods eternal flung

Rous'd by Gallia's proud threats

Rouse me, March, from this long torpor

Roving o'er a moorland, singing a song

Row on row they come in hard

Rowl away, theaw grand owd ocean

Runner in the heavenly race

Runs the wind around the world