'Tis said he woos the young Duchess yonder.

The sea sings loud, the sea sings low, And sweet is the chime of its ebb and flow Over the shingly strand; For its strange, sweet song that woos my ear The first man heard, as the last shall hear Seeking to understand ... THE DEATH OF CUCHULLIN.

O Ithacan, a goddess woos thee to her bed.

Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow; And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded that her maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.

Where cool'd by rills, and curtain'd round by woods, Slopes the green dell to meet the briny floods, 445 The sparkling noon-beams trembling on the tide, The PROTEUS-LOVER woos his playful bride, To win the fair he tries a thousand forms, Basks on the sands, or gambols in the storms.

It is not character but incident that woos us out of our reserve.

" "My mistress with an apple woos me, And hastily to covert goes To hide herself, but would be seen With all her heart before, God knows.

Psyche formosa requirit, Et poscit te dia deum, puerumque puella;" "Fair Cupid, thy fair Psyche to thee sues, A lovely lass a fine young gallant woos;"

Ambit nos Deus (Austin saith) donis et forma sua, he woos us by his beauty, gifts, promises, to come unto him; "the whole Scripture is a message, an exhortation, a love letter to this purpose;" to incite us, and invite us, God's epistle, as Gregory calls it, to his creatures.

behold a far fairer object, God himself woos thee; behold him, enjoy him, he is sick for love."

He woos and wins the daughter of a country clergyman, marries, and finds a young family growing up around him.

All that, however, is changed, and, with many another good custom, Quite fallen out of the fashion; for every man woos for himself now.

Oh! as the charmed glass we sip, We conquer care and pain: It woos like woman's dewy lip, To kissand come again!

The parting banners of the king of light, Gleam round the temples of each living star That comes forth in beauty with the night: The west seems now like some illumined hall, Where beam a thousand torches in their pride, As if to light the joyous carnival Held by the bright sun and his dark-robed bride, Whose cloudy arms are round his bosom press'd, As with her thousand eyes she woos him to his rest.

Seeattentive at her side, The ghastly lover woos his bride; Whilst sepulchral music flowing, Scares the dawning day from growing.

BLUNT (Colonel), a brusque royalist, who vows "he'd woo no woman," but falls in love with Arbella, an heiress, woos and wins her.

On arriving at purgatory, the poet sees a vessel freighted with souls come to be purged of their sins and made fit for paradise; among them he recognizes his friend Casella, whom he "woos to sing;" whereupon Casella repeats with enchanting sweetness the words of [Dantê's] second canzone.

It rose o'er the breast of a silver spring, Where the mist at morn shook its snowy wing, And robed like the dew, when it woos the flowers.

"The muse that soft and sickly woos the ear.

"From me his madding mind is turned: He woos the widow's daughter, of the glen.

In the next book (73-77) Telemachus says to the swineherd: "Moreover my mother's feeling wavers, whether to bide beside me here and keep the house, and thus revere her husband's bed and heed the public voice, or finally to follow some chief of the Achaians who woos her in the hall with largest gifts.

He cannot leave his Sutlers trade, he woos in't.

And groups of happy children played Around the verge of each cascade; Or gambol'd o'er the flowery lea In wanton mirth and joyous glee; Pursuing, o'er the sparkling lawn, The insect in its airy flight, Which still eludes, but tempting on From flower to flower, with plumage bright, The hand that woos to stay its flight Till soaring high, on pinions wild It leaves the charm'd and tearful child.

If a heart our bosom seeking, With a fond affection woos it, Heartless Timeremorseless reaper Sweeps his ruthless sickle through it!

Or how his life that tender gift should lose: Indeed his love was ever full of care, The hasty joys and griefs of him who woos, Where sweet success is neighbour to despair, With stolen looks and dangerous interviews: But one long week she came not, nor the next,