couchant

The dogs, with eager yelp, / Are struggling to be free; / The hawks in frequent stoop / Token their haste for flight; / And couchant on the saddle-bow, / With tranquil eyes, and talons sheath’d, / The ounce expects his liberty.

His crest was covered with a couchant Hownd, / And all his armour seem'd of antique mould […]