"'O dreary life!' we cry, 'O dreary life!' And still the generations of the birds Sing through our sighing, and the flocks and herds Serenely live while we are keeping strife With heaven's true purpose in us, as a knife Against which we may struggle. Ocean girds Unslacken'd the dry land: savannah-swards Unweary sweep: hills watch, unworn; and rife Meek leaves drop yearly from the forest-trees, To show, above, the unwasted stars that pass In their old glory. O thou God of old! Grant me some smaller grace than comes to _these_;-- But so much patience, as a blade of grass Grows by contented through the heat and cold." There is a poem in these volumes entitled the "Cry of _the Human_"--some stanzas of which are inspired by profound feeling, and written with a rare force and simplicity of style; but as other parts of it are obscure, and as it appears to us to be of very unequal merit, we shall not quote the whole of it. In addition to the faults which are to be found in the poem itself, its title is objectionable, as embodying one of Miss Barrett's worst mannerisms, and one for which we think that no allowance ought to be made. She is in the habit of employing certain adjectives in a substantive sense. She does so here. In other places she writes "Heaven assist _the Human_." "Leaning from _my human_," that is, stooping from my rank as a human being. In one passage she says, "Till the heavenly Infinite Falling off from our _Created_--" _nature_ being understood after the word "created." The word "divine" is one which she frequently employs in this substantive fashion. She also writes "Chanting down the _Golden_"--the golden what? "Then the full sense of your _mortal_ Rush'd upon you deep and loud."