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...wayfarer once Planted his footstep — the spray Boils o'er its borders! aloft, The unseen snow-beds dislodge Their hanging ruin ; — alas, Havoc is made...end of our way, To the lonely inn 'mid the rocks; Where the gaunt and taciturn Host Stands on the threshhold, the wind Shaking his thin white hairs —...

...footstep—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 comprcss'd, we strain on, On—and at nightfall at last Come to the end of our way, Where the gaunt...

...wayfarer once Planted his footstep — the spray Boils o'er its borders! aloft The unseen snow-beds dislodge Their hanging ruin! — alas, Havoc is made...end of our way, To the lonely inn 'mid the rocks; Where the gaunt and taciturn host Stands on the threshold, the wind Shaking his thin white hairs —...

...wayfarer once Planted his footstep — the spray Boils o'er its borders ! aloft The unseen snow-beds dislodge Their hanging ruin ! — alas, Havoc is made...the end of our way, To the lonely inn 'mid the rocks ; Where the gaunt and taciturn Host Stands on the threshold, the wind Shaking his thin white hairs...

...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 ; after the fury of the battle, serene peace ; after...

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...wayfarer once Planted his footstep — the spray Boils o'er its borders ! aloft The unseen snow-beds dislodge Their hanging ruin ! — alas, Havoc is made...the end of our way, To the lonely inn 'mid the rocks ; Where the gaunt and taciturn Host . Stands on the threshold, the wind Shaking his thin white hairs...

...wayfarer once Planted his footstep — the spray Boils o'er its borders ! aloft The unseen snow-beds dislodge Their hanging ruin ; alas, Havoc is made...the end of our way, To the lonely inn 'mid the rocks ; Where the gaunt and taciturn host Stands on the threshold, the wind Shaking his thin white hairs...

...wayfarer once Planted his footstep— the spray Boils o'er its borders ! — aloft The unseen snow-beds dislodge Their hanging ruin;— alas, Havoc is made...the end of our way, To the lonely inn 'mid the rocks ; Where the gaunt and taciturn host Stands on the threshold, the wind Shaking his thin white hairs...