A Rhyme A Dozen - 12 Poets, 12 Poems, 1 Topic ― Churchyards

By Thomas Gray, Alexander Anderson and Letitia Elizabeth Landon

‘A dime a dozen’ as known in America, is perhaps equal to the English ‘cheap as chips’ but whatever the lingua franca of your choice in this series we hereby submit ‘A Rhyme a Dozen’ as 12 poems on many given subjects that are a well-rounded gathering, maybe even an essential guide, from the knowing pens of classic poets and their beautifully spoken verse to the comfort of your ears.

• Language: English
• Publisher: A Rhyme A Dozen
• Release date: Feb 1, 2024
• ISBN: 9781835473887

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A Rhyme A Dozen ― 12 Poets, 12 Poems, 1 Topic ― Churchyards

An Introduction

‘A dime a dozen’ as known in America, is perhaps equal to the English ‘cheap as chips’ but whatever the lingua franca of your choice in this series we hereby submit ‘A Rhyme a Dozen’ as 12 poems on many given subjects that are a well-rounded gathering, maybe even an essential guide, from the knowing pens of classic poets and their beautifully spoken verse to the comfort of your ears.

Index of Contents

Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray

In Kirkonnel Old Churchyard by Alexander Anderson

Contemplative Verses on the Tombs in Drumcondra Church Yard by Thomas Dermody

Reflections in a Churchyard by Jane Timbury 

Lines Written Beneath An Elm in the Churchyard of Harrow On The Hill Sept 2nd 1807 by George Gordon Byron

A Summer Evening Churchyard by Percy Bsysshe Shelley

Scenes in London IV - The City Churchyard by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Elegy - Supposed To Be Written in Barnet Churchyard by George Townsend

In a Christian Churchyard by James Thomson

Eastnor Churchyard by Radclyffe Hall

Epitaph for a Roman Catholic Churchyard by John Kenyon

Church Monuments by George Herbert

Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,

         The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,

The plowman homeward plods his weary way,

         And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Now fades the glimm'ring landscape on the sight,

         And all the air a solemn stillness holds,

Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,