A thin carpet of snow lay inside the doorway.

A smooth green carpet lay at its centre.

The private study was small, the green carpet laid over the yellow-brick floor faded and worn.

On the floor lay several beautifully loomed carpets, each different yet harmonious in pattern.

Oriental carpets lay on the floor, muffling all sound.

A threadbare Persian carpet lay on the floor like an exhausted mem-sahib.

But on the carpet of the study lay a rope.

Beneath their feet, a thick carpet of plants lay rotting in the water-logged soil.

The same purple carpet lay on the floor.

For the moment, the carpet lay in an unattended heap.