 | Matthew Arnold - 1867 - 226 psl.
...the spray Boils o'er its borders; aloft, The unseen snow-beds dislodge Their hanging ruin ; — alas, Havoc is made in our train ! Friends who set forth...lips Sternly compressed, we strain on, On, — and at nightfall, at last, Come to the end of our way, To the lonely inn 'mid the rocks; Where the gaunt... | |
 | Mary Wilder Tileston - 1880 - 248 psl.
...the spray Boils o'er its borders ! aloft The unseen snow-beds dislodge Their hanging ruin ! — alas, Havoc is made in our train ! Friends, who set forth...left ! — With frowning foreheads, with lips Sternly compress'd, we strain on, On — and at nightfall at last Come to the end of our way, To the lonely... | |
 | William Henry Davenport Adams - 1880 - 388 psl.
...mountains in snow ! Cheerful, with friends, we set forth — Then, on the height, comes the storm ! With frowning foreheads, with lips Sternly compressed, we strain on, On — and at nightfall, at last, Come to the end of our way. " After the stress of the storm, a voiceless calm... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1882 - 396 psl.
...borders! aloft The unseen snow-beds dislodge Their hanging ruin !— alas, Havoc is made in our train I Friends, who set forth at our side, Falter, are lost...left! — .With frowning foreheads, with lips Sternly compress'd, we strain on, On — and at nightfall at List Come to the end of our way, To the lonely... | |
 | Mary Wilder Tileston - 1884 - 444 psl.
...the spray Boils o'er its borders ! aloft The unseen snow-beds dislodge Their hanging ruin ! — alas, Havoc is made in our train ! Friends, who set forth...left ! — With frowning foreheads, with lips Sternly compress'd, we strain on, On — and at nightfall at last Come to the end of our way, To the lonely... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1885 - 280 psl.
...— the spray Boils o'er its borders ! aloft The unseen snow-beds dislodge Their hanging ruin ; alas, Havoc is made in our train ! Friends, who set forth...left ! With frowning foreheads, with lips Sternly compress'd, we strain on, On — and at nightfall at last Come to the end of our way, To the lonely... | |
 | 1888 - 596 psl.
...spray Boils o'er its borders ! aloft The unseen snow-l>e<ls dislodge Their hanging ruin ! — alas, Havoc is made in our train ! Friends, who set forth...left ! — With frowning foreheads, with lips Sternly compress'd, we strain on, On — and at nightfall at last Come to the end of our way, To the lonely... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1889 - 258 psl.
...spray Boils o'er its borders ! — aloft The unseen snow-beds dislodge Their hanging ruin;— alas, Havoc is made in our train ! Friends, who set forth...left ! — With frowning foreheads, with lips Sternly compress'd, we strain on, On — and at nightfall at last Come to the end of our way, To the lonely... | |
 | 1893 - 298 psl.
...the spray Boils o'er its borders ; aloft, The unseen snow-beds dislodge Their hanging ruin. Alas ! Havoc is made in our train ! Friends who set forth at our sids Falter, are lost in the storm. We, we only are left ! With frowning foreheads, with lips Sternly... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1894 - 178 psl.
...— the spray Boils o'er its borders ! aloft The unseen snow-beds dislodge Their hanging ruin ; alas, Havoc is made in our train ! Friends, who set forth...left ! With frowning foreheads, with lips Sternly compress'd, we strain on, On — and at nightfall at last Come to the end of our way, To the lonely... | |
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Sternly compress'd, we strain on, On - and at nightfall at last Come to the end of our way, To the lonely inn 'mid the rocks; Where the gaunt and taciturn host... 
