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(Don Jorge Manrique, the author of the following poein,
flourished in the last half of the fifteenth century. Ile fola lowed the profession of arms, and died on the field of battle. Mariana, in his Ilistory of Spain, makes honorable mentior of him, as being present at the siege of Ucles; and speaks of
a youth of estimable qualities, who in this war gave brilliant proofs of his valor. Ile died young; and was thus cut off from long exercising his great virtues, and exhibiting to the world the light of his genius, which was already known to fame." IIe was mortally wounded in a skirmish near Cañavete, in the year 1479.
The name of Rodrigo Manrique, the father of the poet, Conde de Paredes and Maestre de Santiago, is well known in Spanish history and song. Ile died in 1476; according to Mariana, in the town of Uclés; but, according to the poem of his son, in Ocaña. It was his death that called forth the poem upon which rests the literary reputation of the younger Manrique. In the language of his historian, “Don Jorge Manrique, in an elegant Ode, full of poetic beauties, rich embellishments of genius, and high moral reflections, mourned the death of his father as with a funeral hymn." This praise is not exaggerated. The poem is a model in its kind. İts conception is solemn and beautiful; and, in accordance with it, the style moves on-calm, dignified, and majestic.)
COPLAS DE MANRIQUE.
FROM THE SPANISH.
() LET the soul her slumbers break,
Swiftly our pleasures glide away,
Onward its course the present keeps,
Let no one fondly dream again,
Our lives are rivers, gliding free
Thither the mighty torrents stray,
I will not here invoke the throng
To One alone my thoughts arise,
This world is but the rugged road
Our cradle is the starting-place,
Death leaves to its eternal rest
Did we but use it as we ought,
Yes--the glad messenger of love,
Behold of what delusive worth
Time steals them from us,-chances strange,
Tell me,--the charms that lovers seek