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Updated: June 1, 2025
If you pass from your Pimlico borderland of Belgravia to either of those regions you are certainly not sensible of any sharp accent, but there is no telling what a gradual rise of eight or ten feet may make in the quality of the air.
Standing as he was on the borderland of the heavenly country, he recalls the hard toil of his early days, and he leaves to those who must carry on to a successful issue, not only his work, but also the great enterprise of winning all China for Jesus Christ, this as a last legacy the fruit of his prayer, his faith, his toil and his utter self-sacrifice namely, the conviction that the need of China is 'good, honest, quiet, earnest, persistent work in old lines and ways.
Everything real, substantial, comforting, seemed to have slipped away. Among these flying dark ghosts of pine-trees as it were the unfrequented borderland between two worlds the feeling of a cheek against her breast alone could help muffle the deep disquiet in her, lost like a child in a wood. The cab slackened speed, the driver was lighting his lamps; and his red face appeared at the window.
These truths certified in Christ concerning the heart of God, the message of pardon, the law for life, the gifts of guidance, defence, and sanctifying, the sure and certain hope of immortality these things we ought to be sure about, whatever borderland of uncertainty may lie beyond them.
The Plain of Ash stretches wide and grey between the hovel of the Ash Goblin and the Borderland where the Elf dwells. In the Borderland itself no evil fairy can practice his craft, but the Ash Goblin knew a spot where the Plain meets the Borderland, which all must cross in passing from the Elf’s house to the Wizard’s Cave, or from the Cave to the Land of Shadows.
Humiliated and sullen, he determined to give up the losing fight. With one last shriek of rage and discomfiture, that rang out to the farthest confines of the Plain and echoed across the Borderland, he fled back in haste to the Chimney, and hurled himself into its depths. Prince Ember put up his Sword.
When the sun is shining, the air is glorious with rainbows, that haunt the mists like a poet's dream. The Great Fall, some twelve miles from the city, plunges nearly a hundred feet, and has a roar like that of Niagara. It is one of the greatest water-powers of the continent. The city of Great Falls is leaping into life in a legend-haunted region. Its horizon is a borderland of wonders.
The interior fills no accepted formula of architectural expression, save that it is of the manner common to Anjou, the borderland between the Gothic aisled and the great and aisle-less southern naves, but it holds one's interest none the less. Perhaps, after all, it is the quality to interest, quite as much as that to please, which is the standard by which one makes estimates and forms opinions.
He can sally out into the borderland and come back with his bag of ghosts like a very hero of credulity. Even when he tells a ghost story, however and The Turn of the Screw is one of the great ghost stories of literature he remains supremely master of his materials. He has an efficiency that is scientific as compared with the vaguer broodings of Mr. Conrad. Where Mr.
It is peculiarly useful to the student of Roman religion because he stands on the borderland and looking backwards sees just enough dark shapes looming up behind him to crave more light.
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