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A crown by a crown.
Eve. Speak no more with him,
Ah! ye talk the same
Eve. Thou hast a glorious darkness.
Lucifer. False heart, thou thinkest more !
Which it is.
The consummation to the inward sense,
I scorn you that ye wai). *
Yet one cry
Lucifer. For, O ye heavens, ye are my witnesses
Was made by God like others. *
* Ha! ye think, White angels in your niches, I repent ; . And would tread down my own offences, back To service at the footstool! That's read wrong : I cry, as the beast did, that I may cryExpansive, not appealing ! Fallen so deep Against the sides of this prodigious pit, I cry—cry! dashing out the hands of wail, On each side, to meet anguish everywhere ; And to attest it in the ecstacy And exaltation of a woe sustained Because provoked and chosen.
My curse catch at you strongly, body and soul;
Self-orphaned by my will, and self-elect
The effect of this is injured by the impossibility of extracting the whole passage; yet here is not wholly lost the climaxthe accumulation of scorn and woe, which reminds one of power of the same kind in the Prometheus Bound' of Æschylus. We can give but one more extract from the ‘Drama of Exile,'-it is part of the address of Christ, when he appears in vision to reinstate Adam and Eve in their sovereignty over earth and its agencies :
• Ponder it!
Therefore, over you,
We must now say a few words on Miss Barrett's alleged faults. In the first place, a passage here and there,—as the conclusion of the song of the Nightingale, in the Drama of Exile, and part of that of the Morning Star, in the same poem, is pronounced perfectly unintelligible. We think it not unlikely that in future editions the author may make the ideas intended to be expressed, more perspicuous; in the mean time they are not to our apprehension, meaningless. Perhaps the excuse which Foster made for Coleridge, and which in the Friend, and the Biographia Literaria Coleridge makes for himself, is in some degree applicable to them; that there are ideas which dwell beyond the region assigned to language, and to which therefore language can furnish no full expression,-broken steps, the lamp which guides from one to another, being borne by the reader himself. Another complaint is directed against the occasional use of Greek words, which, in English composition is held inadmissible, or such as ought to be introduced rarely, and only on very special occasions. This rule is a sound one, and we are inclined to give judgment against our author for its violation. There is also fault found with her use of a few adjectives as if they included the meaning of both adjective and substantive, as 'Human'—in the title of one of Miss Barrett's most generally acceptable poems, “The Cry of the Human. We presume this arises from her wish to give the most condeused form to a comprehensive idea ;--where her power does not answer to her will, we can imagine her in her resolve for progressive excellence, regarding this and other difficulties, in the spirit of Penn's reply to his threateners with imprisonment, • Friend, thy strength shall never equal my patience.
Perhaps, however, the loudest complaint concerns the rhymes. We acknowledge that though some are of unsurpassed sweetness, they do not always pass muster either to eye or ear. One of the most fanlty in this respect, -amusingly faulty we have heard it called,— The Wine of Cyprus,'-has however, a magnificent and flowing rythm, that seems to smile defiance at strictures; and bears us on, like a breeze over the billows,though there are mingled with it touches of deep pathos, as if some way-mark of past suffering rose above the wave.
We hope again to meet Miss Barrett, when her aspirations for advance in her art have been more than realised ; and when she has won a yet higher place among the imperishable names of her country. It is now more than two years since the volumes before us were published. Doubtless the time will come when that period for exertion, and we rejoice to learu, of amended health, will be nobly accounted for. If in our present parting we may venture to express a wish as to the
future direction of her powers; it would be that some thrilling incidents of our History might be treated by one, so capable of 'stirring the soul as by the sound of a trumpet;' and that whatever she may decide on this point,—she would present to the public more of her thoughts in the form of prose, a vehicle possessing facilities at least different to those of verse, and perhaps better than even verse adapted to some modes of lofty thought. We think this wish must be echoed by every one who can appreciate the graces of her exquisite preface,which like her verse, presents a form of beauty undiscerned before.
It has occasionally happened to us to feel surprise at the temerity of critics, in composedly parcelling out blame to every quality of authors, the coast line of whose intellect, the entire extent of their own, would not fathom. How many spirited reviews would suffer total change if re-fashioned on the Platonic maxim,—'understand a man's ignorance before you attempt to judge his understanding ! But the effort to do justice to an author, sometimes involves presumption,-and in many cases we feel, that the mind, which from the height of its aspiration, looks down on all attained success, must yet perceive the lines of beauty it has designed with more exquisite appreciation than its critic. We shall, however, be not ill-satisfied if we succeed in suggesting these poems as a realm of thought, to those who may penetrate more deeply into its riches, than ourselves; and in any case, may know the joy of the humble,reverence for the high,-for
vn, ew coast line of retilling out blaprise at
There is delight
Art. V.- Report of a Discussion in the General Assembly of the Presby
terian Church in Ireland, on Monday, July 7, 1845, on the Presenta
tion of two Memorials from Belfast and Derry. On every band the voluntary principle is making progress. Practically or theoretically it bids fair to become universal among Protestant churches. In several cases where it is most stoutly repudiated it is, nevertheless, practically adopted, and most vigorously worked. We can, therefore, well afford, and that too with no small amusement, to hear good men disclaim the very principle which is their only support, and on which they have