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St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was!The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold.
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The wailing owlScreams solitary to the mournful moon.
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Then nightly sings the staring owl,Tu-who, a merry note.
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It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,Which gives the stern'st good night.
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The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wondersAt our quaint spirits.
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O you virtuous owle,The wise Minerva's only fowle.
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Then lady Cynthia, mistress of the shade,Goes, with the fashionable owls, to bed.
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