The phrase "lying lazily" is grammatically correct and can be used in written English.
It is commonly used to describe someone or something that is in a relaxed or leisurely position. Example: "The cat was lying lazily on the windowsill, basking in the warm sunshine."
Arnold Böcklin painted this delightful picture of a faun lying lazily on the ground, doing little other than taunt a blackbird, in 1863, the year that Lincoln delivered the Gettysburg Address as the American Civil War raged on.
Do you know that delicious dreamy feeling when one first wakes on a summer morning, with the twitter of birds in the air, and the fresh breeze coming in at the open window — when, lying lazily with eyes half shut, one sees as in a dream green boughs waving, or waters rippling in a golden light?
In The Times, Tony Blair's former speech-writer Philip Collins says that when focus groups are asked to come up with an image that encapsulates the Labour Party they come up with a man lying lazily on the sofa.
The marine iguana lie lazily on the paths, not seeming to notice our presence, just enjoying the quiet of the day.
A few are grazing, but most are standing or lying down lazily swatting flies with their tails.
Whether it's a great white shark chewing off a corner of an artwork taking Suzi's signature with it, a crocodile straight from the creek, slithering across a painting, or a lion lazily lying sprawled out across the canvas, the animals often leave their own unique print.
This week the weather turned a corner and the looming summer season hit me straight in the face - and left me wishing for a summer vacation spent lazily lying on sandy beaches sipping drinks with orchids floating in them.
It's not like we can lazily lie in our cozy beds all day as we watch talk shows and soap operas, rest assured our Other, the robot, has it all in hand.
It's so much easier to lazily lie in my comfortable bed of bitterness.
Where the '70s still live: Whether you're lying out at Mother's Beach, lazily pedaling your beach cruiser down the Marvin Braude Bike Trail or just watching the sea lions sunning themselves, the chilled-out vibe of Marina del Rey is hard to resist.
It is a weekday in late May 2014, and I am lying, face-up, in an inflatable rubber raft that bobs lazily in the non-current of the Charles River.
