I. Whether the idle prisoner through his grate Watches the waving of the grass-tuft small, Which, having colonized its rift i' the wall, Takes its free risk of good or evil fate, And, from the sky's just helmet draws its lot Daily of shower or sunshine, cold or hot;— Whether the closer captive of a creed, Cooped up from birth to grind out endless chaff, Sees through his treadmill-bars the noonday laugh, And feels in vain his crumpled pinions breed;— Whether the Georgian slave look up and mark, With bellying sails puffed full, the tall cloud-bark
— from Poems of James Russell Lowell With biographical sketch by Nathan Haskell Dole by James Russell Lowell

You can do it lying down or sitting up, or when you are among other friends.
— from The Life and Letters of Elizabeth Prentiss by George Lewis Prentiss

An hour or so before daybreak I lay down on some dead fern at the foot of a huge and sombre red mahogany tree, where the track forked.
— from The Record of Nicholas Freydon An Autobiography by A. J. (Alec John) Dawson

TRANSPORTS DISCHARGING IN LIVERPOOL DOCKS On such a day a convoy bears in from the sea, rounding the lightships under columns of drifting smoke.
— from Merchantmen-at-arms : the British merchants' service in the war by David W. (David William) Bone