I would rather sleep in the southern corner of a little country churchyard, than in the tombs of the Capulets.
So the baby was carried in a small deal box, under an ancient woman's shawl, to the churchyard that night, and buried by lantern-light, at the cost of a shilling and a pint of beer to the sexton, in that shabby corner of God's allotment where He lets the nettles grow, and where all unbaptized infants, notorious drunkards, suicides, and others of the conjecturally damned are laid.thomas hardy
Would that we two were lying Beneath the churchyard sod, With our limbs at rest in the green earth's breast, And our souls at home with God.Charles Kingsley
Nowhere probably is there more true feeling, and nowhere worse taste, than in a churchyard.Benjamin Jowett
Under bare Ben Bulben's head In Drumcliffe churchyard Yeats is laid, An ancestor was rector there Long years ago; a church stands near, By the road an ancient Cross. No marble, no conventional phrase, On limestone quarried near the spot By his command these words are cut: Cast a cold eye On life, on death. Horseman, pass by!
No man is quite so much a hero in the dark as in broad daylight, in solitude as in society, in the gloom of the churchyard as in the blaze of the drawing-room. The season and the place may be such as to oppress the stoutest heart with a mysterious awe, which, if not fear, is near akin to it.william h. prescott
William Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough, Robert's kin, and John's, and Ned's, And the Squire, and Lady Susan, lie in Mellstock churchyard now!thomas hardy
Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old To the very verge of the churchyard mould.thomas hood
Some lie beneath the churchyard stone, And some before the speaker.winthrop mackworth praed
There's a grim one-horse hearse in a jolly round trot; To the churchyard a pauper is going I wot; The road it is rough, and the hearse has no springs, And hark to the dirge that the sad driver sings Rattle his bones over the stones, He's only a pauper whom nobody owns.thomas noel
Then Harrow-on-the-Hill's a rocky island And Harrow churchyard full of sailor's graves, And the constant click and kissing of the trolley busses hissing Is the level to the Wealdstone turned to waves.john betjeman