On a ledge fifteen feet below, inches away from oblivion, she lay white as death.

The bank on the far side lay smooth and white, unmarred by traces of man's presence.

March came, and the city lay white under its own dust.

And there, on that morrow, she lay white and cold.

The hard ground of the yard lay white in the moonlight.

So saying his head fell back, and he lay white and silent upon the grass.

He lay white and still, but his eyes were open, smiling intently.

The corpse lay white and pale as ice on a silk pillow.

I pictured their bones laid clean and white in a pile on top of the eggs.

The trail lay white under the hoofs of the horses; the desert night was still.