The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.
The Cat in the HatBut glad to have sat under Thunder and rain with you, And grateful too For sunlight on the garden.
Collected Poems of Louis MacNeiceHis plate was full but his fists sat motionless like two dark quartz stones on either side of it.
The Complete StoriesWhen he heard there was nothing to eat, he sat down and wept… “Why did I ever wake up!” he cried.
The HobbitWe sat still, our breathing loud and rhythmic, its music melancholy, a traditional song of sorrow.
The Birds That Never Flew