The multitude was prodigious and far-reaching
; and yet we fifteen poor devils hadn't a friend in it.
This last device produces an intensely brilliant far-reaching
white light, but as the natural oil which it requires can only be obtained by mining in one of several widely separated and remote localities it is seldom used by these creatures whose only thought is for today, and whose hatred for manual labor has kept them in a semi-barbaric state for countless ages.
As you ascend the mountains about its shores, says he, you behold this immense body of water spreading itself before you, and stretching further and further, in one wide and far-reaching
expanse, until the eye, wearied with continued and strained attention, rests in the blue dimness of distance, upon lofty ranges of mountains, confidently asserted to rise from the bosom of the waters.
Unhappily Orin Silver, a man of far-reaching
aims, had died too soon to prove that the end justifies the means.
The vast prospects, the far-reaching
perspectives of 'War and Peace' made it as great a surprise for me in the historical novel as 'Anna Karenina' had been in the study of contemporary life; and its people and interests did not seem more remote, since they are of a civilization always as strange and of a humanity always as known.
A very strange look came over the Story Girl's face; her eyes grew sad and far-reaching
, as if of a verity they pierced beyond the mists of hidden years.
Miss Polly, looking out at the far-reaching
valley below, thought of the changes those twenty-five years had brought to her.
Big, solemn oaks grew close to it, and their thick-leaved, far-reaching
branches shadowed it like a pall.
Sighing, he dipped his brush and passed it along the topmost plank; repeated the operation; did it again; compared the in- significant whitewashed streak with the far-reaching
continent of unwhitewashed fence, and sat down on a tree-box discouraged.
It can readily be seen that this visit of the returned missionaries to Riverboro was not without somewhat far-reaching
world of the moor itself looked softly blue instead of gloomy purple-black or awful dreary gray.
But to come to a stop involved the jamming of myself, molecule by molecule, into whatever lay in my way; meant bringing my atoms into such intimate contact with those of the obstacle that a profound chemical reaction--possibly a far-reaching
explosion --would result, and blow myself and my apparatus out of all possible dimensions--into the Unknown.