When he handed me the creel, the lid was still hanging back on its cunning little leather hinges.

The lid that used to be nailed on tight was hanging loose, some of the nails were bent back and the wood around them was splintered and white.

The lid hung askew to display a few scrappy bits of clothing.

The man's lower lids hung away from his globes while he bent over Hofstra's shoulder, staring at the computer screen.

We looked around the studio, surveying the older pieces - the bowls and baskets and lids and trays hanging on hooks.

The lid still hung over an empty socket.

The lid hung loose.

The lid hung open, showing the white satin liner.

A cloud of thick noxious gas continued to pump out of the summit of this immense Fire Mountain, and a gray-black lid of it hung beneath the pink sky, darkening the day.