loll

Verb

loll (third-person singular simple present lolls, present participle lolling, simple past and past participle lolled)

1. (intransitive) To act lazily or indolently while reclining; to lean; to lie at ease.
   • And think'ſt thou, Jove himſelf, with Patience then / Can hear a Pray'r condemn'd by wicked Men? / That, void of Care, he lolls ſupine in State, / And leaves his Bus'neſs to be done by Fate?1726, Aulus Persius Flaccus; John Dryden, transl., “The Second Satyr”, in The Satyrs of Aulus Persius Flaccus. Made English by Mr. Dryden, published in The Satyrs of Decimus Junius Juvenalis: And of...
   • The matter of whether the world needs a fourth Ice Age movie pales beside the question of why there were three before it, but [Ice Age:] Continental Drift feels less like an extension of a theatrical franchise than an episode of a middling TV cartoon, lolling around on territory that’s already been...2012 July 12, Sam Adams, “Ice Age: Continental Drift”, in The A.V. Club, archived from the original on 25 Mar 2014

   Synonyms:

   relax, slack, slacken

2. (intransitive) To hang extended from the mouth, like the tongue of an animal heated from exertion.
   • Nor thy reſiſtleſs Arm the Bull withſtood: / Nor He the roaring Terror of the Wood. / The triple Porter of the Stygian seat, / With lolling Tongue, lay fawning at thy Feet: / And, ſeiz'd with Fear, forgot his mangled Meat.1697, Virgil, “The Eighth Book of the Æneis”, in John Dryden, transl., The Works of Virgil: Containing His Pastorals, Georgics, and Æneis. […], London: […] Jacob Tonson, […], →OCLC, pages 445–446...
   • Crouching on its stomach, the dog moved with him, teeth glittering, tongue lolling.1975, Susan Cooper, “Cadfan’s Way”, in The Grey King (The Dark Is Rising Sequence; 4), London: Chatto & Windus, →ISBN; republished New York, N.Y.: Simon Pulse, Simon & Schuster Children's Publishing...
3. (ambitransitive) To let (the tongue) hang from the mouth.
   • The ox stood lolling in the furrow.
   • The combatants with rage most horrible
     Strove, and their eyes started with cracking stare,
     And impotent their tongues they lolled into the air,
     Flaccid and foamy, like a mad dog’s hanging; […]1817 December, Percy Bysshe Shelley, “The Revolt of Islam. […]”, in [Mary] Shelley, editor, The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley. […], volume I, London: Edward Moxon […], published 1839, →OCLC...