Lying on the bales and twitching his arms and legs, he whispered:

Lying on the top of one was a small, square, inlaid box.

Lying on our backs, between sea and sky, we seemed utterly alone.

Lying on me back, plenty of tobacco, something cool in a jug-

Lying on his belly, he buried his nose in the turf.

Lying on his back motionless, his skin warm and moist, he awaited sleep.

Lying on their mother's back, they could both nurse at the same time.

Lying on his couch, Valois' face brightens as he springs from his rest.

Lying on the ground, wrapped in his coverlet, he spent the night in prayer.

Lying on the table in the morning-room he saw his own book of poems.

Lying on his face-forwe were still in great danger-theman extended his arm.

Lying on the dusty seat-cushion was a single silver teaspoon.

Lying on a sofa and looking at the ceiling, perhaps.

Lying on his back, he put his hands under his head and stared upward.

Lying on his bed, face downward, yelling for his Zora.

Lying on the beach beyond the glacier was wreckage that told of many ill-fated ships.