Poetical Works of William Cullen Bryant: Household EditionBryant, William Cullen
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Poetical Works of William Cullen Bryant: Household Edition
Bryant, William Cullen
Poetry
Mirad, si cuidadoso
Junto á las flores se escondió en la grama.
Ese laurel frondoso
Mirad, rama por rama,
Que él los laureles y los flores ama.
Si le halláis, por ventura,
No os enamore su amoroso acento;
No os prende su hermosura;
Volvédmele al momento;
O dejadle, si no, libre en el viento.
Por que su pico de oro
Solo en mi mano toma la semilla;
Y no enjugaré el lloro
Que veis en mi mejilla,
Hasta encontrar mi prófugo avecilla.
Mi vista se oscurece,
Si sus ojos no ve, que son mi día
Mi ánima desfallece
Con la melancolía
De no escucharle ya su melodía.
The literature of Spain at the present day has this peculiarity, that
female writers have, in considerable number, entered into competition
with the other sex. One of the most remarkable of these, as a writer of
both prose and poetry, is Carolina Coronado de Perry, the author of the
little poem here given. The poetical literature of Spain has felt the
influence of the female mind in the infusion of a certain delicacy and
tenderness, and the more frequent choice of subjects which interest the
domestic affections. Concerning the verses of the lady already
mentioned, Don Juan Eugenio Hartzenbusch, one of the most accomplished
Spanish critics of the present day, and himself a successful dramatic
writer, says:
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"If Carolina Coronado had, through modesty, sent her productions from
Estremadura to Madrid under the name of a person of the other sex, it
would still have been difficult for intelligent readers to persuade
themselves that they were written by a man, or at least, considering
their graceful sweetness, purity of tone, simplicity of conception,
brevity of development, and delicate and particular choice of subject,
we should be constrained to attribute them to one yet in his early
youth, whom the imagination would represent as ingenuous, innocent, and
gay, who had scarce ever wandered beyond the flowery grove or pleasant
valley where his cradle was rocked, and where he has been lulled to
sleep by the sweetest songs of Francisea de la Torre, Garcilaso, and
Melendez."
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