When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Quotes , Source: Love's Labor's Lost (Winter at V, ii)
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.
Samuel Butler (1)
Quotes , Source: Hudibras (pt. II, canto III, l. 709)
St Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold.
Quotes , Source: The Eve of St. Agnes
It is the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman
Which gives the stern'st good-night.
Quotes , Source: Macbeth (Lady Macbeth at II, ii)
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!
Barry Cornwall (pseudonym of Bryan Waller Procter)
Quotes , Source: The Owl
The large white owl that with eye is blind,
That hath sate for years in the old tree hollow,
Is carried away in a gust of wind.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Quotes , Source: Isobel's Child (st. 19)
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.
Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
Quotes , Source: The Politicians (st. 4)
Come, now a roundel and a fairy song;
Then, for the third part of a minute, hence--
Some to kill canters in the musk-rose buds,
Some war with reremice for their leathren wings,
To make my small elves coats, and some keep back
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders
At our quaint spirits.
Quotes , Source: A Midsummer Night's Dream (Titania at II, ii)
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.
Lord Alfred Tennyson
Quotes , Source: Song--The Owl
Then lady Cynthia, mistress of the shade,
Goes, with the fashionable owls, to bed.
Quotes , Source: Love of Fame (satire V, l. 209)