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For her love I'll risk my life. I will gladly lose it and she become not my wife." "Against that do I counsel you," spake then Siegfried, "if, as ye say, the queen doth have so fierce a wont, he who wooeth for her love will pay full dear. Therefore should ye give over the journey." Then spake King Gunther: "Never was woman born so strong and bold that I might not vanquish her with mine own hand."
Tell him that whiles I do hold the woods my powers grow daily, and so will I storm and burn his castles, one by one, as I did burn Garthlaxton. Say I bid him to think upon these things what time he wooeth slumber in the night.
Whereat the Burgundians were sore troubled, and Hagen cried, "Who is this that Gunther wooeth? Would she were the Devil's bride in Hell!" Then she turned back the sleeves from her white arms, and seized the shield, and brandished the spear above her head, and the contest began. Gunther was sore dismayed.
Afore wedding, the spouse thinketh to win love of her that he wooeth with gifts, and certifieth of his will with letters and messengers, and with divers presents, and giveth many gifts, and much good and cattle, and promiseth much more. And to please her he putteth him to divers plays and games among gatherings of men, and useth oft deeds of arms, of might, and of mastery.
And the son of Kronos gave unto her a people that wooeth mailed war, a people of the horse and of the spear, and knowing well the touch of Olympia's golden olive-leaves. Thus shoot I arrows many, and without falsehood I have hit the mark.
He dares do anything but fight, and fears nothing but his father's life, and minority. The first thing he makes known is his estate, and the loadstone that draws him is the upper end of the table. He wooeth by a particular, and his strongest argument is all about the jointure. His observation is all about the fashion, and he commends partlets for a rare device.
"Love flames aloft in thousand eager sunspheres, Joy wooeth joy within the heart so warmly: Down from the darkling sky soft stars are shining. Back-mirrored from the deep, still wells of love-tears. "Delight, alas! doth die of joy too burning The sweetest fruit hath aye the bitt'rest kernel While longing beckons from the violet distance, In pain of love my heart to dust is turning.
Bridges's blank verse: "Nor is there any spirit on earth astir, Nor 'neath the airy vault, nor yet beyond In any dweller in far-reaching space Nobler or dearer than the spirit of man: That spirit which lives in each and will not die, That wooeth beauty, and for all good things Urgeth a voice, or still in passion sigheth, And where he loveth, draweth the heart with him." Mr.
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