$4 TRANSLATIONS. His brother, too, whose factious zeal Usurped the sceptre of Castile, What a gay, brilliant court had he, When all the flower of chivalry Was in his train! But he was mortal; and the breath, That flamed from the hot forge of Death, Blasted his years; Judgment of God! that flame by thee. When raging fierce and fearfully. Was quenched in tears! Spain's haughty Constable,-the great And gallant Master,—cruel fate Stripped him of all. Breathe not a whisper of his pride. He on the gloomy scaffold died. Ignoble fall! COPLAS DE MANRIQUE. The countless treasures of his care. What were they all but grief and shame, His other brothers, proud and high, Who made the bravest and the best The bondsmen of their high behest, What was their prosperous estate. What, but a transient gleam of light, 35 86 E TRANSLATIONS. So many a duke of royal name, Marquis and count of spotless fame, That might the sword of empire wield, All these, O Death, hast thou concealed In the dark grave! Their deeds of mercy and of arms, O Death, thy stern and angry face, Unnumbered hosts, that threaten nigh, High battlements intrenched around, ง COPLAS DE MANRIQUE. And covered trench, secure and deep,- O Death, from thee, When thou dost battle in thy wrath, And thy strong shafts pursue their path O World! so few the years we live, Would that the life which thou dost give Were life indeed! Alas! thy sorrows fall so fast, Our happiest hour is when at last The soul is freed. 87 Our days are covered o'er with grief, And sorrows neither few nor brief Veil all in gloom; Left desolate of real good, Within this cheerless solitude No pleasures bloom. Thy pilgrimage begins in tears, And ends in bitter doubts and fears, Or dark despair; Midway so many toils appear, That he who lingers longest here Knows most of care. Thy goods are bought with many a groan, By the hot sweat of toil alone, And weary hearts; Fleet-footed is the approach of woe, But with a lingering step and slow Its form departs. And he, the good man's shield and shade, To whom all hearts their homage paid, As Virtue's son, Roderic Manrique,-he whose name Is written on the scroll of Fame. Spain's champion; |