The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: / At one stride comes the dark.

Or soar aloft to be the spangled skies And gaze upon her with a thousand eyes.

Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course?

It is an ancient mariner, / And he stoppeth one of three.

The one red leaf, the last of its clan, / That dances as often as dance it can, / Hanging so light, and hanging so high, / On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.

Reviewers are usually people who would have been, poets, historians, biographer, if they could. They have tried their talents at one thing or another and have failed; therefore they turn critic.