Beagles in Poetry

The graceful goddess was arrayed in green;
About her feet were little BEAGLES seen,
That watched with upward eyes the motions of their Queen.
Her legs were buskined, and the left before,
In act to shoot; a silver bow she bore,
And at her back a painted quiver wore.
She trod a wexing moon, that soon would wane,
And, drinking borrowed light, be filled again;
With downcast eyes, as seeming to survey
The dark dominions, her alternate sway.

Fables, Ancient and Modern, Palamon and Arcita, Book II, John Dryden
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