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 It is the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman
 Which gives the stern'st good-night.  
 It is the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman
 Which gives the stern'st good-night. 
 O you virtuous owle,
 The wise Minerva's only fowle.  
 O you virtuous owle,
 The wise Minerva's only fowle. 
 The screech-owl, with ill-boding cry,
 Portends strange things, old women say;
  Stops every fool that passes by,
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 The screech-owl, with ill-boding cry,
 Portends strange things, old women say;
  Stops every fool that passes by,
   And frights the school-boy from his play. 
 Then lady Cynthia, mistress of the shade,
 Goes, with the fashionable owls, to bed.  
 Then lady Cynthia, mistress of the shade,
 Goes, with the fashionable owls, to bed. 
 St Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was!
 The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold.  
 St Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was!
 The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold. 
 When cats run home and light is come,
 And dew is cold upon the ground,
  And the read more 
 When cats run home and light is come,
 And dew is cold upon the ground,
  And the far-off stream is dumb,
   And the whirring sail goes round,
    And the whirring sail goes round;
     Alone and warming his five wits,
      The white owl in the belfry sits. 
 The Roman senate, when within
 The city walls an owl was seen,
  Did cause their clergy, with read more 
 The Roman senate, when within
 The city walls an owl was seen,
  Did cause their clergy, with lustrations
   . . . .
    The round-fac'd prodigy t' avert,
     From doing town or country hurt. 
 In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower,
 The spectral Owl doth dwell;
  Dull, hated, despised, read more 
 In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower,
 The spectral Owl doth dwell;
  Dull, hated, despised, in the sunshine hour,
   But at the dusk--he's abroad and well!
    Not a bird of the forest e'er mates with him--
     All mock him outright, by day:
      But at night, when the woods grow still and dim,
       The boldest will shrink away!
        O, when the night falls, and roosts the fowl,
         Then, then, is the reign of the Horned Owl! 
 The wailing owl
 Screams solitary to the mournful moon.  
 The wailing owl
 Screams solitary to the mournful moon.