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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T is for Tigger, that is his name

T is for Titanic, as large as a building

T' main mills are all shut, wit great gates locked n' barred

T' ocean's sons, I lift the strain

Tail wagger

Tail whipper

Tak' the hoof wi' me my son

Tak twea at's red an' yan at's blake

Take a 4-by-4, add 8

Take a full view, look wide, look high

Take a poem, Miss Smith

Take a walk one day with me

Take all the time you want My Dear

Take cedar, take the creamy card

Take down the harp, and swell the solemn theme

Take heart, the cause moves onward

Take heed, my poor Friend, ere thou darest to to climb

Take me back to Gotham City

Take me back to the Highlands, once before I die

Take the earth uttered God from the height of his throne

Take your hand off my knee, young man

Taking a break from recording at Olympic Studios

Taking a walk in Aldgate

Talk about right shady characters

Tall ladies bow to me each morn with grave sedate precision

Tall, grey-eyed, she moved through summer with the lithe

Tall, scrawny, a stick insect

Tangled in gantries still, a struggling moon

Taste the Lord, for he is good

Tattered clouds, slipshod, dawdling

T'Bridge Wakes is a fair 'ut coms off i' July

T'buzzer's bloin' Willie, lad

T'Dale wor mi creddle bed

T'day 'at we went to t' seaside

Teachers

Teaching us may be tricky

Teetotal? Of course awm teetotal!

Tell me - I prythee, thou maiden sweet

Tell me not of mighty heroes of the mystic long ago

Tell me not that I am 'old'

Tell me where thou dwellest

Tell me where thou sleepest

Tell me, does Pendle Hill, like an old hoary king

Tell me, gentle spirit, tell

Tell me, Noah, just why are you building a boat?

Tell me, where canst thou be seen, Poesy

Tell me, where canst thou be seen, Posey?

Tell us pilgrim, now that Even fast draws on

Tell us what sage life's mystery can reveal

Tell, thou wild and changing sea

Ten o'clock blown, and Larums checked and wun

Ten thousand feet above the vale

Tenderly, lovingly, lay him to rest

Tha couldna know as Ah wur sad

Tha didn't mek it, did tha, luv

Tha knows id's bin a reet long time

Tha must bi cowd i' th' winter

Tha smooky lukkin llittle thing

Tha tells mi, young tinker, tha'rt just leavin' t' school

Tha' wants to be a farmer's lad - nay durned be sich a fool

Thad husband o' mine he's as keerless as owt

Thad swoard hung up theer wur mi grondad's

Thank God for all these bonny fleawers

Thank God for Death! that splendid golden gate

Thank God for o these bonny fleawers

Thank you Lord Jesus for all that You do

Thank you the same, but while that chair is vacant

Thanks

Thanks for the song of Keats - as rich a boon

Thanks for thy noble words! For they have taught

Thanks! My dear friend for your humorous letter

Thanks, Edwin Waugh

Tha'nt here again, well, come this way

Tha'rt gone, sweet singer! o this sufferin's past

Tha'rt gooin' to leeave us soon, Owd Year

Tha'rt here, arto, Eighteen-ninety?

Tha'rt livin' at thi country seat

Tha'rt lookin' powsey worn, an' ill

Th'art lookin' sackless, speckled breast

Th'art welcome, little bonny bird

Tha'rt welcome, little bonny brid

Thar't welcome, little bonny brid

Th'art welcome, thrice welcome, Owd England

Tha's com - tha grand owd festive season

Tha's heeart tell nay dowt 'beaut typists' an' printers' errors. Weel, Ah

Tha's noan so fur to tramp, owd friend

Tha's written books 'at's browt tha fame

That ancient watcher by the rolling tide

That black and white cat's a criminal

That blush of face, those glorious eyes, Cebelle

That Church collection! Just of late

That clammy toad with popped

That clothes box wur mi gronny's, but it's welly twenty year

That day the first rumours reached the City

That depends; if hoo's bad tempered

That he sung to his mate

That I am glad he kens right weel to meet him here to-night

That I read your verses always on some train

That land of thirty two Counties

That Light of Lights is on her face

That live-long night the rain

That ram caught in the bush, and not my son?

That season of my golden dreams

That sense of abject loss

That speaks which sparks such spoken spite

That splash of inspiration on a moor

That still unpunished cheat

That stubborn grey wall

That things aren't what they should be in the colony

That was a robin I heard in the thicket

That wither'd leaf in the locket

That's mi gronfeyther's cooat as is hung up i' t' nook

Th'bonniest seet 'at can warm a mon's heart

Th'breezes blow soft across t' meadows

Th'chap as invented souldierin'

Th'child cries i' th' cradle

The 9.29am train was my favourite train

The after-even! Ah, did I walk

The Afternoon closed round us like a witch

The ailments which befall us

The air above the marsh is full of wings

The air seeps in damp clods

The aliens have a Grand Prix base on the moon

The amazingly tangled unique tree of life

The ancient faiths must falter

The ancient fame of Scotland had grown dim

The ancients - all males, of course

The angel breath of Sabbath morn

The Angel Sorrow looketh pale

The angels leaned upon their harps and sang

The Angels whisper softly, Mother

The animals came running to the ark

The Atheist sure a fool must be

The attack is on

The auld oak stood by the river side

The autographs of friends, which

The autumn days come round again

The autumn nights are drawing in

The Autumn's loosened leaves are falling fast

The babe upon the mother's breast

the baby

The bad is here, the better lies a far

The Ballistic Missile Early Warning Station

The band spoke truly. Yea, far more than all

The Barlows, after walking to the station

The battle had been fiercely fought

The bees are buzzing here and there

The bell doth call, in Clayton Hall

The best of going away and returning

The best party of all is when

The best shorthand typist I know

The Betterwear man

The bin liner flies in the air

The birds are a-singing

The birds are singing in the woods

The birds have fled, the flowers are dead

The birds their songs are singing

The birthday o' a princely boy

The bitter Winter's chased by cheerful Spring

The black clouds hover

The blackbird used to come each day

The blackboard moaned at the chalk

The blackened twigs, with Winter numb

The bleak days of Winter are going, Mary mine!

The blow has fallen; hardest blow of all

The bluebells are surrounding the wishing well

The bold crew of the Unicorn discern at dawn of light

The bonny pit laddie, tha canny pit laddie

The book of death is black

The books of childhood! Christmas Annuals

The boughs are black, the wind is cold

The boy I love has left me

The boy stood on the burning deck

The boys come in

The brave have shaken hands

The brave old hills of Saddleworth

The breath divine that fans into a flame

The breaths of kissing night and day

The briar rose its beauty shows

The bridegroom rings the Nell of parting Day

The bridge of fate, the bridge of tears

The brier rose its beauty shows

The brilliance of them

The British fleet on July tenth in eighteen eighty two sir

The brown rocks lie on the land, just as they did of old

The buds of April bursting

The bus I often took as a boy to visit an aunt

The busy stream of Life goes rushing on apace

The butterfly released from the web

The candle with its tiny flame

The canon and the press! How they ban, how they bless

The captive lion in his narrow den

The carle lap across the burn

The carousel revolves

The carrion crow is a sexton bold

The castle crag, with ruin crowned

The cat is sitting on the mat

The cat-flap is bust up

The cattle knelt in homage

The cave was as dark as midnight

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