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[Don Jorge Manrique, the author of the following poem,
flourished in the last half of the fifteenth century. He followed the profession of arms, and died on the field of battle. Mariana, in his History of Spain, makes hon. orable mention of him, as being present at the siege of Uclés; and speaks of him as “a youth of estimable quali. ties, who in this war gave brilliant proofs of his valor. He 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." He was mortally wounded in a skirmish near Cañavete, in 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. He 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. Its conception is solemn and beautiful; and, in accordance with it, the style mores on — calm, dignified, and majestic.]
COPLAS DE MANRIQUE.
FROM THE SPANISH.
O LET the soul her slumbers break,
gone, And death comes softly stealing on, How silently !
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,
Did we but use it as we ought,