They saw the great cathedral lying couchant above the plain.
"Sons and Lovers" by David Herbert Lawrence
Beside the mast, within a shattered palisade, lay huddled the vast corpse of the Mylodon of Patagonia, couchant amidst his fodder of chopped hay.
"The Disentanglers" by Andrew Lang
To the right of the door is a huge lion couchant, asleep.
"A Bibliographical, Antiquarian and Picturesque Tour in France and Germany, Volume Three" by Thomas Frognall Dibdin
It looks most like a black dragon couchant on a red field, which is not a Scottish bearing.
"The Black Douglas" by S. R. Crockett
Vpon the heade of the trygonall blacke stone, towarde euerie corner, I did behold an Egiptian Monster of Gold, fower footed couchant.
"Hypnerotomachia" by Francesco Colonna
There were lions couchant guarding the entrances.
"Mary Gray" by Katharine Tynan
The rock of Quebec is like a lion couchant beside the St. Lawrence.
"The False Chevalier" by William Douw Lighthall
There is a garland of four roses round his head, and at his feet a lion couchant.
"Bell's Cathedrals: Southwark Cathedral" by George Worley
The sky was dreamy blue; the sandhills rose against it shapely like the backs and flanks of couchant lions.
"The Valley of the Kings" by Marmaduke Pickthall
First, there are two columns decorated with sculptured clouds, two lions couchant, two lions rampant.
"Travels in the Far East" by Ellen Mary Hayes Peck
Unseen myself, I clearly saw
A dog that couchant moan'd;
He struck the hard earth with his paw,
Then look'd at Heaven, and groan'd!
"The Hermit's Dog" by William Hayley
There shines upon the fifth good shield
A couchant hawk, on a wall;
That’s borne by Master Hildebrand;
He tries, with heroes, a fall.
"The Tournament (From The Old Danish)" by George Borrow
Sullen and silent, and like couchant lions,
Their cannon, through the night,
Holding their breath, had watched, in grim defiance,
The sea-coast opposite.
"The Warden Of The Cinque Ports. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
With shudders chill as aconite,
The couchant chewer of the cud
Will start at times in pussy fright
Before the dogs, when reads her sprite
The streaks predicting streams of blood.
"To Colonel Charles (Dying General C.B.B.)" by George Meredith