She reclines her bosom on the ridge of Stilbro' Moor; her mighty hands are joined beneath it. 夏洛蒂·勃朗特.雪莉.
My Lady reclines in her chair composedly, though with a trifle less of graceful ease than usual perhaps, and never falters in her steady gaze. 查尔斯·狄更斯.荒凉山庄.
She rises from table, takes a lounging-chair, and reclines in it, shading her face. 查尔斯·狄更斯.荒凉山庄.