Next morning at the earliest respectable hour Withero carried the little coffin under his arm and Jamie walked beside him to the graveyard.
"My Lady of the Chimney Corner"
Alexander Irvine
In the small graveyard are two altar tombs, which drew our attention.
"A Key to Lord Tennyson's 'In Memoriam'"
Alfred Gatty
You're taking to graveyard poetry-and, if you ask me, that's worse than whisky.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower