I had in succession a lion couchant with one of his front paws extended, holding a rose; isn't it odd?
"Marie Bashkirtseff (From Childhood to Girlhood)"
Marie Bashkirtseff
"Sire," said he, "in your eyes I am not a great poet, only un soleil couchant.
"Berlin and Sans-Souci"
Louise Muhlbach
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 Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow