With countless hair-pin, hair-raising turns, our road wound upward, bordered on one hand by the Brinks of precipices, on the other by bare walls of rock.
"Italy at War and the Allies in the West"
E. Alexander Powell
The Fountain of Trevi is alone worth coming back for, and I could not see that it poured scanter streams than it formerly poured over brimming Brinks or from the clefts of the artificial rocks that spread in fine disorder about the feet of its sea-gods and sea-horses; but they who mourn the old papal rule accuse the present Italian government of stinting the supply of water.
"Roman Holidays and Others"
W. D. Howells
An' ag'in, no angel's doo to go skally-hootin' about after steers an' stampeedin' 'em over Brinks.
"Wolfville Nights"
Alfred Lewis