I was lying upon the ground, out beneath the stars.

They would have to ride all day, camp at night beneath the stars, and start up into the mountains the next morning.

Like cattle, we do not look up, yet walk beneath the stars.

Anything that big should be free beneath the stars, not closed in.

They might almost have been alone beneath the blazing stars.

They gathered in an open square, beneath the stars, the only place big enough to hold them all.

Even now, thinking clearly again, he felt that at any moment she would rise and walk beneath the stars.

Out here in the open, beneath the stars of heaven, she knew wanting him could not be right.

Last night she appeared again as I lay beneath the stars.

We seemed to have come to our own province again, beneath the stars.